Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Duke and I travelled to Mecca (JoAnn Fabrics) this past weekend to pick out some fabric for Judd's sheets and changing pad covers. So, when you see his room please keep in mind that I had input from other sources. (Of course, I realize now that I should have taken his choice for the changing pad cover... but oh well.)
We are checking out and Duke is talking to the lady at the cash register.
"My name is Duke."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 3."
"I have a grandson that will be three soon."
"I have a new baby brother that's going to come out soon. His name is Judd."
I interject and say that we also have a sissy at home and prompt him to tell her name.
"Sissy's name is Lilly."
"How old is your sissy, is she older or younger?"
"She's 1. Sissy is 1."
There was some silence, or what resembles it in Duke (him mumbling and generally living on his own little planet), while I finished the transaction. As we are walking away from the counter, he very earnestly is trying to tell the woman something. I stop to give him the chance.
"This girl's name is Mommy," he says.
Gotta love it.