(Molly is still too small for a high chair so at dinner she sits in a Bumbo in the center of the table surrounded by us as if she were the main course.)
Me: I wonder if I put soy sauce on my salad if it will taste like sushi.
Pai: Your diet is going to your head.
Me: No, my salad has cucumber and avocado maybe if I drip a bit of this on here it will taste… (putting my plan into action)Yum, like sushi. I am a food genius! Sushi Salad (doing my sushi salad dance) this is how I will make my fortune!
Pai: You will make your fortune writing, but if you want to believe it is with a salad then by all means…
Molly: (growling and babbling)
Hank: What is that Molly? You want something? Something that begins with an F…
Hank: (giggling) Nope.
Pai: Ferias (vacation)?
Hank: Mama, you are just saying silliness. I will give you a hint. It is something she has every day.
Pai: Fraldas (diapers)!
Me: Fire hydrants?
Hank: NO: Food.
Pai: Ok, good one Hank.
Hank: That was a fun game. We should play this game every night!
Pai: I am thinking of something that Molly LOVES to do after she eats that begins with an F.
Me: It’s farts.
Molly: (drooling and squeaking)
Hank: (positively purple with laughter)
Me: This little one can fart you out of a room.
Pai: (taking her hand) Yup.
Hank: (falling to the floor, hysterical)
Me: She’s a member of the semi-professional flatulence team.
Hank: (possibly getting brain damage from the hilarity)
Me: She’s Fart-tasitc.
Pai: We’re so proud.
Hank: Stop! Please, stop! (taking a breath) My belly hurts. (wiping tears from his eyes)
Molly: (squealing, kicking)