Grant loves "caws." I mean, loves them. He sleeps with them. He eats with them. He drives them all over the house. He tells me " 'ook mama!" as he he drives one over my arm. He lines them up in little rows. He pushes them down boy-made ramps.
He loves cars.
The other night, he painstakingly removed every particle of food from his Cars plate and giggled with uncontrolled delight at the "caw!" hiding underneath all that food.
So you can imagine his unrestrained joy at his new Cars sippy cups. It was priceless seeing him sputter out "caw!" after every slurp of milk.
2 comments:
Isn't that funny, Hudson does the same thing. I love to walk in a room he has just finished "cleaning up" and finding all his cars lined up in a row.
My boys love cars, too. That's hillerious.
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