On our way home from a visit to Grand Rapids this weekend, we stopped at our favorite place for custard goodness:
While we were sitting at the booth waiting for our food Levi let out what we call at our house, “a pop.” Hoping that Levi has learned some of the manners we have been trying to implement, I said, “Levi, what do you say?” He turns and says, “I popped.” With as straight of a face as I can muster, I say, “and then what do you say?” He matter-of-factly says, “I popped in my chair.” What a proper little boy.
