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i have an idea

mommy, i have an idea!
john ... john is a talker. it's pretty much a running dialogue everywhere we go. he's got something to say, or ask, or point out, about everything. it's actually pretty awesome, and as his vocabulary gets bigger and bigger, he gives us some pretty awesome insights sometimes.

and sometimes less so.

the last time we took john grocery shopping, it was a looooong trip. we bough a ton of stuff, we went all over the store, we doubled back, and he had to be good for SO long. he was a trooper, only a little bit of fussing, and we made it through almost entirely unscathed.

then we were in line at the check out, waiting for the two people ahead of us to get finished so it would be our turn.

very enthusiastically (read: not quietly), john exclaims, "mommy, i have an idea!"

somewhat exhausted, and hoping for a fascinating commentary from the not-quite-three point of view, i asked,"what's your idea, john?"

he lit up. he was so excited! he grinned and looked at me and said QUITE loudly, "TURKEY!"

his idea was turkey. 

i just started giggling. so did my husband. john was delighted. the lady in line ahead of us and the lady working the check out both started giggling too.

"well, i think turkey is a great idea, john," i managed to respond.

"thank you, mommy," came the earnest reply.

turkey.

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