Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Safe.

On Saturday the kids and I were at the table eating lunch. It was "Mommy the Restaurant" that day. Kenna had PBJ, Bryson had cereal and Kev had a sliced hot dog with mustard.

Bryson and Kennady finished first and scurried off to pick up their rooms before nap and I asked Kev to hurry and finish, because well it was naptime and I'd promised them a scoop of ice cream.
Mom - "Better finish your lunch, Kev. Bryson and Kennady finished theirs already and it's time for nap."

Kev - *puppy dog eyes, thumb in mouth* "I can't."

Mom- "Yes you can, you can do all things thru Christ, he makes you strong, you only have 2 bites left, buddy."

Kev - "I caaaan't. Mom... [pause] Chot dods make me die."

Mom - *taking him seriously* "Hot dogs make you die? I see. Are you full then?"

Kev - *nods head, puppy dog eyes still turned on* "Chot dods make. Me. Die. Mom."

Mom - "Well, I guess you don't have room for ice cream?"

Kev - *more nodding* "Ice Keem make. Me. Safe."






HERE'S AN INTERVIEW W/KEV A FEW MINUTES AFTER OUR FIRST "DISCUSSION" ON HIM FINISHING HIS LUNCH:




Smart little man.

2 comments:

KI said...

thanks Kev, for speaking what we all believe is true, especially with chocolate peanut butter hardening shell on top.

Papa Jon said...

That is so awesome!