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super credible

these are all blurry because the kid WOULD NOT STAND STILL.

for as hectic and crazy as tuesday night was, we made up for it last night. we didn't want to cook - had too many dishes to do already! - and we were tired, so we decided a family sushi outing was in order.

we ordered a bunch of rolls and some edamame and figured john would eat the soy beans and maybe some rice or shrimp off of a roll or something, and if he was still hungry we'd have mac and cheese when we got home.

but when the sushi platter arrived, john quickly reached in and grabbed a piece of the roll closest to him - which happened to contain raw salmon, raw tuna, and be topped with wasabi-tinged roe. and he didn't bite it - he shoved the whole piece in his mouth. i thought surely the whole thing would be quickly spat back out, but i was wrong - he proceeded to chew, chubby-cheeked, at this new-found delight. and several minutes later when he'd managed to chew and swallow, he went for another piece!

so, apparently my kid likes sushi. i knew i liked him.

we headed home, where my husband and i did have to do some housework stuff despite our overwhelming desire to just chill. but before i started washing dishes, i tied my overshirt around john's neck as a cape, figuring he would enjoy being a superhero since the ONLY thing he wants to watch lately is "the incredibles." (he calls it "credibles," which on some levels is equally appropriate, no?)

and once he had his cape on, there was no slowing that child down. he ran full-speed around the house for probably half an hour, yelling "i super credible!" and swooping around giddily. trip over a toy truck? no worries: mr. super credible just rights the truck and continues on his race. run into the dog? no problem: mr. super credible says, "i push by buddy!" and zooms right along.

i won't lie: i couldn't stop giggling.

extra bonus pic: this morning when john woke up,
he only wanted to "snuggle kitty" and "watch
credibles." so daddy hooked him up while we got
ready to go to work.


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