The Mouths of Babes

Yesterday we took the kids to Maggie Moos. If you don't know what Maggie Moos is, it's like Cold Stone, but for kids. If you don't know what Cold Stone is, it's like Marble Slab, but in Utah. If you don't know what Marble Slab or Cold Stone are, you are probably a lot skinnier than me.

ANYWAY, we were walking into the store, and a few young girls, late teens-ish, were sitting in the outside patio area by the door enjoying their ice cream. Just as we were passing by, Beck turns to one of them and says, "'Scuse me. I burped." They couldn't stop laughing. Hey, at least he said excuse me!

Then, inside, there was a case full of ice cream and a counter covered with candies of all kinds and fruits and things to be mixed in. I asked Daphne what she wanted. Peanut butter ice cream with snow caps mixed in. I asked Beck what he wanted. "Mint" he said. "Mint with what?" I asked. "Mint!" he told me. "Mint with what?" I asked again. "Oreos? M&M's? Chocolate chips?" He said, "Mint!" I thought maybe he didn't understand. But then I asked him one more time, "Mint AND WHAT?" and he explained, in the best way he could think of in his 2 1/2 year old mind, "Mint, Mommy. No snacks."

I love it.