Jonas loves to pretend he works at Bakers. He will build a "drive through" out of pillows and the coffee table. Once the restaurant is constructed, he'll ask me to order. Today's Baker visit went like this:
"Okay mom, what do you want?"
"Hmmm, I'd like a quesadilla please."
"No, you can't have quesadilla, it has cheese."
(For those who don't know, the doctor has asked that cheese and bananas be removed from Jonas' diet, and apparently mine too)
"Oh, your right. Can I have a burrito with beans and rice?'
"No, you can't, you can have fwench fwies."
"Oh, okay, and do you have chocolate cake?"
"No, I only have bwue cake, and it has wings."
"Mmm, blue cake with wings, that sounds delisious."
"No mommy, that sounds fatastic!"
"That will cost 40 80 dollars."
I love our conversations.
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