Friday, July 17, 2009
It's a bird, it's a plane . . . It's a little mexican dog?
We have a relatively new bedtime routine here at the Jubilant household. Just before prayers and after a multitude of questions and demands for drinks of water we tuck the kids in.
Like a burrtio.
Minus all the rolling action. Because that would involve more energy than either mommy or daddy has at that time of the evening.
The kids love to be tucked in all snug and tight. "Make me a burrito! Make me a burrito!" Clamoring for the blanket to be tucked under every inch of their bodies. Don't forget my feet Mama! My feet! Get my feet!
One night The Calm One decided to mix things up a bit and instead of tucking them in "like a burrito" he called it an enchilada. The kids went wild with laughter.
It was the next night though that mommy and daddy got the laughs. The Affectionate One mixed up her Spanish and shouted out a unique request,
"Daddy make me a chihuahua! Make me a chihuahua!"