Billy was very lucky that Grandma invited him over this weekend to see all of the boats. And he was even luckier to be treated to his first ever motor boat ride, and the fastest boat ride he's ever been on. (thanks to g. aunt and g. uncle for the ride!)
So, he's got boats on the brain.
After school we went outside. Always outside.
"Mommy, walk?"
"No walk." I'm pooped. It's too hot even with a break in the weather for walking around outside (read pushing him on his trike and then carrying him up a hill).
So, he came over and grabbed my hand.
"Mommy, walk?"
"Where do you want to go?" I asked. He obviously had something in mind.
"Mommy, walk...boats?"
I laughed. There are no boats in our neighborhood. I haven't even seen a boat on a trailer. No boats to look at, besides the multitude of boat pictures decorating our walks.
"No, Billy. There are no boats."
"Mommy, walk...boats?"
"Billy, we left all of the boats at the water. There aren't any."
The thought seriously about this for a minute.
"Mommy, walk...ship?"
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