I had to go to the grocery store today because, well, it was either go food shopping or don’t eat and I decided that eating might have to be a priority. On the way home from the store I was having a delightful conversation with Little Man who has become completely obsessed with his Daddy.
When he sees daddy pull up in the drive way he screams, “DADDY!” And continues to say Daddy until he’s in the door. When we go to the store all I hear is, “Where’s Daddy?” He wants to do what his daddy does. He’s becoming quite the daddy’s boy. Which makes the rest of this story even better.
The conversation went a little something like this…
“Hey Little Man. You hungry?”
“Whatcha want to eat?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. Whatcha hungry for? Apples? Bananas? Cheese? Yogurt?”
“Wait, what? You want to eat Daddy for lunch?”
“Um. Yes. DADDY!”
“Are you sure Little Man?”
“YES! YES! DADDY! DADDY!”
Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up.
So my sweet Mr. Chaos, I’m sorry to report that your son wants to eat you for lunch. He’s hungry. And he wants you.