Quinn is very into the "Cars" calendar he got for Christmas, and locates our "number" every day. Today is 9, on the month of "Doc" (that translates to "April 9th", for all you people using a traditional calendar). Tonight at dinner, he kept telling us that tomorrow was 10, and that meant he got a SPECIAL DINNER!
Dad: "No, you mean 12 is the special dinner. That's Easter."
Quinn: "Today is 9. Tomorrow is 10. 10 is the special dinner."
Mom: "No, the special dinner is in 3 days. Easter is in 3 days."
Quinn: "NO! 10 is the special dinner!"
Mom and Dad, to each other: "WHAT is he talking about???"
Quinn (hauling a stool into the pantry): "I'll show you."
Mom: "What are you doing in the pantry? Come back to the table."
Quinn: "It's my special dinner for 10!!"
Quinn climbed up on a stool in the pantry, and came out with two cans of Spaghettios. Tomorrow is 10, which means mom is at work, and Dad cooks dinner. Or opens a can of Spaghettios, which the boys haven't had in about 2 years. And which he is obviously looking forward to more than any old Easter dinner!!
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My kids eat corn-dogs on nights that I am not home...even though Steve makes really good dinners. (They choose it because I do not like them.)
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