Jack and I just got home from walking Miss G to preshool. It was a perfet day for a walk, warm but not too warm. A little windy to keep the bugs away . . .
On this walk Jack noticed the flags on each and every telephone pole. Our small town puts them up all over town on memorial day and the fourth of July. And sometimes flag day. There is a whole crew of guys who drive around putting flags up and taking them down again. Anyway, that is so not the point. Point is Jack was obsessed with the flags. We disussed the colors on the flags - red white and blue according to me, PUUUUUPPLE according to Jack. This obsession did work in my favor because he is somewhat prone to thowing himself on the ground and refusing to walk. Running to each flag kept him busy and got us all the way home without me having to carry him. Coincidentally, he is now napping. Nothing like walking a mile or two to wear a kid out.
That all sounds pretty wholesome and sweet doesn't it? Well, here's the thing. My sweet little two year old was yelling "FLAG" at the top of his lungs. Over and over. Of course being two it didn't come out quite right. Depending on his level of enthusiasm it came out as "faaaaag" or "fuuuuuck". Awesome. I don't think anyone heard him. Well, other than ALL OF OUR NEIGHBORS and everybody who lives between here and the school.
Thanks kid.
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