cat named pig

Siena slept over at her grandma and grandpa’s house last night, and won’t be home until later today. Matt and Elliot are playing”choo-choo trains” and a minute ago they called me into his room to show me a long fire truck completely loaded up with Fisher Price Little People .

“Tell Mama where the train is going.”

“Ma ah-MERICA!”

“They’re going to the Mall of America?”

“YEAH!”

(That’s right. That’s how we play here in Minnesota. Nothing symbolizes a fun outing like the MOA.)

Elliot then entertained us with some standing on one foot (holding onto door: several seconds. Not holding onto anything: less than one second.) and a BOONGA BONGA song and dance, which, if you’re not familiar with the art form, involves singing BOONGA BONGA and similar loudly while dancing and stomping in circles.

It occurs to me that Elliot has hardly ever had both parents’ attention all to himself since he was born. I think he’s enjoying it.

I’m crazy about this guy.