NaNa! Enforcing kid-friendliness wherever we roam...

105053-1036656-thumbnail.jpgWhile I wait to see if the media I just emailed myself from my mobile phone is, indeed, going to transmit so as to make this blog entry a bit more interesting, I'll begin my story. Okay, the emails came. In the first photo, he's merely declaring his glee at having finally been given what he's asked for so diligently. The second one is right before he throws the fruit on the floor and declares "ball!" Then picks up a potato which also becomes a flying toy. After which time we decide it's prolly time for us to take our leave.

Actually it's not much of a story, to tell the truth. It's more a tiny little slice of my life, during which I found myself nearly doubled over with laughter while standing in the produce department with 105053-1036658-thumbnail.jpgmy sister and this small person, while he declared - nay, Bellowed! - "NA NA!!!!!" for all to hear. We'd been hearing his request for close to an hour, but they didn't have any in the Mexican restaurant from which they were thrilled and relieved to see us finally depart (never had they seen, I have no doubt, quite so many projectile items that had earlier been laying so innocently on their table, prior to the arrival of Mr. Pie.) They also didn't have any in the You Can Buy Anything You Want At A Single Shopping Spree Under Our Oversized Roof Just Don't Expect Bananas Discount Department Store. But Harris Teeter? They hooked us up. Although tonight their bunches left a bit to be desired, so we grabbed the three singles that were still a bit underripe and Mr. Pie was delighted to help us carry them. He also carried my handbag, which threw off his balance considerably, and with his declarations ringing out through the aisles, he was a sight to behold.

I'm not sure too many others around us were nearly as amused by his antics as we were, but truth be told we weren't that concerned. You spend Sunday night your way. I'll spend it my way... 

Meanwhile, click here for a tiny little smidge of what we got to hear in the car afterward, once he got a couple of bites in his mouth. He loved that banana until he discovered I'd taken out my phone in order to record him, and then he forgot all about his tasty fruit treat. 'Cause telephones? Yes, those are His Favorite Items Ever. EVEN BETTER THAN BANANAS!!!