While waiting to be seated at a restaurant for brunch…
TB: Put a pancake straight in my mouth. I’m hungry.
In the car on the way home from brunch…
TB: I would like to go somewhere. I would like to go buy some Jordans. Actually, I would like my parents to buy me some Jordans.
Rounding out the day, The Boy ponders what he will wear on the morrow….
TB: Am I going to wear purple tomorrow? I sure would like to wear purple tomorrow. I wish I could wear purple tomorrow.
And the day’s piece de resistance occurred as The Boy marched upstairs for bed….
He hummed “Battle Hymn of the Republic” while blowing raspberries.