My boy Joseph loves to race.
I'm thinking it's a boy thing because I don't remember the girls wanting to race each other up the stairs each time we arrive home.
But Joseph loves it.
The first thing I learnt about boys was this - why just walk, when you could run AND make fun motor sounds at the same time! It's boy utopia!
So as you can imagine the race up our front stairs (and there's quite a few stairs) is complete with motorbike sounds and loud thuds as he tries to out-do his sisters.
He gets very cranky if someone beats him. A frown comes over his chubby little face and he protests....
'Nooooo. I can beat you...I'm a big boy now'.
But if he wins and beats everybody up the stairs he does a happy dance and says...
'Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha, you are a snow cone.'
A snow cone?
Sure! Why not.
For a long time I just thought he was being his usual, slightly off-centre self (takes after his Dad you see). Being all cheeky and cute and adorable.
But today when we walked up the stairs and he beat me and did his little dance while chanting..
'Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha, you are a snow cone!'
I realised what was happening. He's a little confused with the saying that (I'm sure) he heard his older sisters say....
'You are a slow coach!'
Oh Joseph, you crack me up.
I laughed so hard when I realised what he was trying to say, that I nearly wet my pants. Don't judge me I've had four babies.
Joseph really thinks that if you lose the race you are a snow cone.
Sweet boy. I love you so much my heart hurts.
P.S. Just noticed the girls in the background of this picture! They do love each other, really. But it would appear that Jessica is standing on Rachael's head? *sigh* Tender memories.
