Oh, and at our house, a cartoon character wouldn't just be "Mickey Mouse" or "Diego". . . it's "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" or "Go, Diego, Go". You know, like a first, middle and last name.
See it?
After applauding his vision, I took his empty bowl of Fruity Cheerios (love that stuff) and then he said, "Look Mom. . . . it's a dinosaur. Roarrrrr!" Yep. A Triceratops, I think. In all the spilled milk under the bowl, which we always have an abundance of.
We will see what dinner brings.
4 comments:
Isn't there that book, "Spilled Milk" or something like that? I remember reading something like that with my little kids in class, but now can't remember the exact title? How cute that he can see all those things - brains, brawns and good looks!!
So cute!!! Great job at capturing this sweet moment!
Love it. Love it. Love that Ryder boy.
Oh, and Mindi is singing your praises!
That is so creative! I'm impressed. I just love reading your blog. Your sense of humor hasn't changed and I ♥ it!
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