They know our family well here. Four young kids sipping hot chocolate and spilling muffin crumbs leaves an impression in a store that is mostly patronized by the 65-and-up crowd.
But today it was just me and the little guy, and for good reason.
"It's his half-birthday," I explained. "We're having a celebratory breakfast."
I had offered my precisely 2.5-year-old the option of something glazed and yummy at Dunkin' Donuts or pumpkin bread from his favorite coffee shop. He chose the latter, because he's awesome like that.
And since it's his half-birthday, I've been thinking a lot about all the things that I love about him.
- He has dry skin, and it drives him crazy. So he's all the time scratching furiously and asking for me to rub some lotion on it. And when I ask him to show me where it's itchy, I always get the same reply.
"It's not itchy, it's scratchy," he explains. Of course it is.
- Two of those particularly "scratchy" places are on the backs of his knees. Only he doesn't call them knees.
They're his "leg elbows." This is officially what we're calling them from now on.
- He has his priorities straight. I got him up from a nap last week and asked, as I scooped him up, if I could have a hug.
He paused for a second before replying, "Nope, I just peed. Change my diaper first."
Hard to argue with that.
- If he needs me to help him turn something right-side-up, it's not because it's upside down. It's because it's "up so down."
"Mommy, I can't put my jacket on. It's up so down!"
And as I pondered all these habits of his that never cease to entertain me, he interrupted my thoughts by shoving a fistful of pumpkin bread at me.
"Here, Mommy," he said, "I'm gonna put this in your face."
I don't know where he comes up with this stuff. But I love it.