Nate: Mama, orange ball?
Mama: Um, you have a blue soccer ball, but you don’t have an orange ball.
N: Orange ball, peas?
M: But sweetie you don’t have an orange ball.
N: I say peas. Orange ball. Peas.
M: But…
N: (grabbing me by the clothes and pulling me out of the chair) Orange ball. PEAS! I say peas; you happy.
M: (now standing in front of the refrigerator watching Nate try to pull it open) What are you doing?
N: (pointing to the mandarin oranges) Orange. Ball. Peas.
Why didn’t I think of that?
April 16th, 2009 at 9:21 am
that’s so cute though! I thought he might have meant a orange, sooo sweet. DD loves oranges.
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April 16th, 2009 at 10:06 am
Yeah, I should have clued in earlier that’s what he was talking about, but he NEVER asks for food. Ever. Pickiest eater on the planet!
Congratulations on your pregnancy! I’ve been reading your blog and seen the pictures – you look amazing!!
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April 17th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
“I say peas; you happy”
This has to be my favorite part.
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