Big told me all day that we needed to get more Bee Rolls. We spent forever trying to figure out what he meant. We asked him to repeat himself, slow down, etc. this caused him to get highly agitated, which only made the situation worse.
I began running all of the previous events through my head to make a connection. Toys, cartoons, foods... And then it hit me!! He means HONEY BUNS! I asked him if he wanted more honey buns and after looking at me with his stink eye, he said, "that's what I've been trying to tell you!" Okie dokie. Bee rolls, added to the shopping list.
Which brings me to my second story: beer. Big comes running in the play room with a virtually empty Pepsi Max can today. He proudly proclaimed that he was going to "drink all of Daddy's beer!" I laughed. Nana broke her neck making sure he wasn't really holding a beer. So, do I tell him it really is beer and then when he's 16 and brings "beer" to his first hang out, he gets a rude awakening? Or do we just go with it for now? Either way, I just know he's going to tell someone in public that he loves to drink Daddy's beer. We're screwed no matter what.
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