As we prepared for breakfast, Max asked if I would put butter on his pancakes. As I replied yes, Philip said, “Oh! Butter! Butter is a good name!”
Digging in my purse, Philip found a pack of crayons from a restaurant. He clarified that they were in fact crayons not gum as he originally thought. “Because gum doesn’t come in Buffalo Wing flavor, right Mom???”
He tried (and liked!) his first artichoke over the weekend. Halfway through it he says, “Hey! These kinda taste like a motel!”
He mastered a tricky puzzle this morning and he ran to show me his work. “And now, if I had four hands? I could ride my bike and do the Kanoodle! And if I had five? Or six?” He shrugged. “Who knows, right?”
Philip, you’re one of a kind! Maybe we’ll name our next son Butter Yantes.
He would approve of this! We will never run low on naming options around here, thanks to the kids.