The other day the three of us were in the car driving back from Florida. The hubster was clearly tired and Luke was being his usual self. (Have I mentioned that the boy can a bit…uh…verbose? Wonder where he got that from?) Anyway I turned to our son and told him to be quiet, Daddy needs quiet so he can drive. Luke, baby smart mouth that he is wanted to know what would happen if he didn’t be quiet. Without blinking an eye, his father advised that he would eat him.
To his credit, Luke studied both of us carefully, obviously wondering if his daddy had lost his mind, and if I would correct him. I didn’t say a word, leaving our only begotten son with the notion that his father would indeed eat him. It goes without saying that we didn’t hear a peep out of him for the rest of the trip.
This picture is of his first cooking attempt, making cinnamon toast. It was yummy, and yes, he’s in an Iron Man costume. I doubt there’ll be any of it left by the time Halloween comes.