I am not teaching my class this evening, so as to give my body a break and Joe some extra time to do his Joe Work. I went in, brought Joe some lunch, worked on office-y things like my Vega Newsletter and emails, and then headed home with the boy.
I decided to drop by the store for some dinner items and ice cream cone fixin's. Since I was going to be home with Oliver during dinner time, which is rare, I wanted to make it special. So I was consulting my friend Allison on what to have for dinner, and she suggested breakfast for dinner, like eggs and waffles. Brilliant!
"Oliver, do you want eggs for dinner?"
"Nooooo."
So then Allison suggested French toast. Another brilliant idea. I love French toast. But then I said, "Oh wait. He hasn't pooped in a couple days, he can't have bread for dinner."
To which Oliver piped up. "Mom, I better talk to Allison for a minute."
So I put Allison on speaker phone, and Oliver told her, "Allison? Hi. I can't have any bread because I have to poop..."
I mean, just in case she didn't understand it the first time. It's always good to make sure people know exactly what's going on.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
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i want more!! what did Allison say?!?!?!?
Yes, keep the story going. Love a good Oliver poopdate!
Oh god, we were laughing so hard. He was so business-like about it. Like, she really needed to KNOW that he couldn't have any bread. Seriously.
But that's pretty much the entire story. The rest is just anti-climactic. She just said something along the lines of thanks for letting me know, and held her laughter until I took the phone back. He continues to surprise me.
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