Ryan was sharing an ice cream treat with O after lunch today. This is what I overheard:
Oliver: “Please, Mommy! Please, Mommy!”
Ryan: “I’m Daddy.”
Oliver: “No,” Pause. Then, in a motivational tone, “you are Ryan Myers!”
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Last night Oliver and Ryan were grazing in the kitchen before dinner. Ryan had a handful of potato chips and Oliver had some Frosted Mini Wheats on his mind.
Oliver: “More cereal please, Daddy!”
Ryan: “Hm… how about some Cheerios?”
Oliver: “Hm… how about some chips?!”
Evidently Oliver is going to be quite the negotiator!
>I’m so glad O cleared up the question surrounding Ry’s identity. Whew. We can all return to our normal patterns.