At supper tonight, somehow the conversation prompted The Lad to yell out, "I WANT BACON!" Then the boys began singing, "Bacon and wine are good for you!"
I baked derby pie for dessert. It was the first time the boys had had it.
"What do you think of the pie, kiddo?"
"I think I'm having another slice!" The Boy said.
We watched Star Wars: Return of the Jedi at The Boy's request. The Lad had never seen it. Halfway through, he was sitting on me whispering, "Chewbacca, Chewbacca, Chewbacca." At the end, when Darth Vader saves Luke and then asks Luke to take off his helmet, The Lad turned around with his eyes wide and his mouth wider.
"His head came off!"
Now, he's in bed sing-songing, "Star Wars, Star Wars," and, from the rocket ship sounds I'm hearing and the random "bad guys," retelling the plot to his brother.
Last night, we went to a minor league baseball game and afterward, there were fireworks. They scared the bejesus out of Beastie. He cried through nearly the whole show, burying his little face into my neck and screaming that he just wanted to go home. (It probably didn't help that it was more than an hour past bedtime.) But he lifted his head up for the last couple explosions and on the way out to the car he couldn't stop talking about the fireworks.
"They make lots noiseys and they make me sad. I saw purple ones. And lellow ones. The fireworks were loud. I cried. I like the purple ones."
Two is a fickle, fabulous age.
Anyone have bunkbeds for their kiddos? We're looking for a set and can't find any that we're really crazy about. Any recommendations would be appreciated.