Friday, August 21, 2015

Pig, Juice, Whatever

Isaac looked like he wanted to play so I told him to get his oinky pig (it's a squeaky toy but it oinks instead of squeaking). He looked around and didn't see it so I pointed him toward the kitchen, which was the last place I'd seen it.

Isaac headed into the kitchen, and then... maybe forgot what he was going in there to get? I certainly do that often enough.

Instead of coming back with his oinky pig, he opened the fridge, got out a juice box and brought me that.  I can't imagine what made him think I wanted juice, it's not like that's something I ask for often.  But he looked very pleased with himself when he delivered it to me, so I gave him a treat.

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