It was nice and sunny today and I decided to take the boys out in the double stroller so I could get some exercise and we could all get some air. I needed to stop at the bank (got my tax return, woohoo!) and on the way realized I was hungry. Hmm. The thought of French fries crossed my mind--I have not been to the pizza (and French fry) shop since my maternity leave, nor have any other members of the family. On mature reflection, I decided it was probably better that way. Then I heard Barak say something.
"K'I havea French fries please?"
Did I mention that we have not gone for French fries since AUGUST?!
What could I do? We went for French fries. Iyyar got his first taste of the dread delicious "food" item. We sat there munching. Barak said, pensively,
"I likea French fries. Iss very yummy."
"Yeah. I like them too. Do you know who else really likes French fries?"
"Grandma. Grandma really likes French fries. Whenever she comes to visit, we go get French fries."
"Grandma likes a French Fries?"
Pause for consideration.
"Grandma's very nice."
"Yup, she is."
Speaking of grandmas (the other one this time), our plane tickets came in the mail today, and I got our hotel confirmation e-mailed. Five weeks and six days to go.