This morning, I am in the shower, and Malcolm comes into the bathroom.
Malcolm: Mommy?
Me: Yes.
Malcolm: Can I have a pickle?
Me: No. You can have one after school.
As I am getting out of the shower, I hear Malcolm's door close.
Me: Malcolm?
Malcolm: Yes?
Me: What are you doing?
Malcolm: Nufing. (He walks into my bathroom.)
Me: Why did you close your door?
Malcolm: I don't want you to go in dere.
Me: Why not?
Malcolm: I don't want you to see my pickle.
Also, yesterday morning, he woke up shouting, "Pickle! Pickle!" rather excitedly. He even dreams about pickles.
4 comments:
I guess we know what to get him for his Easter basket!
Hilarious! BK
Sweet or dill?
Whole Claussen kosher dill. The only kind we buy. In the refrigerator section.
I love a three year old with garlic breath...
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