Tiny Hands and Fly Dinner

Tiny Hands

Most kids want to grow up. When they are in kindergarten, they want to be in first grade. When they are in the 5th grade, they can't wait to get to middle school. Once in high school, they can't wait to graduate. Hurry up and grow up! Then there is my Phoenix. Once we had been snuggling in bed for a nap. We were playing and being silly, and I was telling him all the things I loved about him. I kissed his freckles on his cheeks and nibbled his little toes before placing his tiny hands in mine and professing, "You can never grow up. Mommy just loves you too much. You're so cute I want you to stay this size forever!" And so it was that Phoenix decided to never grow up. Now he says he doesn't want to eat sometimes because food will make him grow. Dangle a favorite food before him though and he'll quickly forget plans for stunting his growth - his want to stay small forever. As Phoenix munches on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich he says, "I will get big if I eat, but my hands will stay tiny. I just want tiny hands Mama. Tiny hands because you love them, right?"

They Had Fly for Dinner (Say What?)

David took all the kids to Taco Mac the other night so I could indulge in some alone time. When they all returned, I asked Nix what everyone had to eat.

"I had mac-n-cheese and so did Maginnis."

"What did everyone else get?"

"They had fly."

"What?"

I looked at David and asked Nix to tell me again what everyone had for dinner.

Phoenix looked at David and said, "You and Alyssa and Brookie had fly, right? What that called you ate, David?"

I saw something register on David's face. The ah-ha I know what he's talking about look.

"You mean wings, Nix. We had wings you goof."

Wings. Fly. I see the association now.