I posted this over at our family blog, but it amused me so much, I thought I’d go ahead and cross-post. Cole is my 2.5 year old son:
We had a beautiful evening – nice breeze, sun starting to set, 70 degrees. Cole and I were kicking back, winding down after a long day. He was in his toy car. I was next to him, sitting under a tree staring out over the cornfield to the south of my yard.
He looked curiously at the bottle of Negra Modelo I was holding. “That’s beer,†I told him.
“That’s beer,†he repeated, testing out the new word. He paused for a bit, thinking. “Looks delicious!†he decides.
Yes, son. Yes it is. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him use the word “delicious†before. I had to explain that it’s a “Daddy†drink.