Most of us know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Of all my children the only one who never had to be taught to say "Thank-you" for food was my son. Before he could do much more than make motor cycle noises for speech he would toddle through the kitchen when a meal was in the oven and sniff it in appreciatively and lisp emphatically "Tattoo for mmmmm-mmmms, Mama, tattoo!" Or something like that. The translation is 'Thank-you for yum-yums, Mama, Thank-you!"
I think that might have been his first full sentence.
So today we knew he was really pleased with one of his sisters when he told her, "There you are! You are the apple of my pie."
So, my son is not the only boy who's into food? He calls his sister sweet potato. We believe it's his version of sweet talk.
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet!
ReplyDeleteA friend's young son smiled over at her during dinner and sweetly asked, "How are you today, my little garden snail?"
Ah, sweet endearments!