Dumb Ole Dad

Believe it or not, we don't take a picture of everything. So here's one of the few text-only posts.

As you'll see soon, Harper was the lucky recipient of her very own backyard playset recently. (Big thanks to Nonnie and Nana.) In the bottom of this is a little box that imagination has transformed into a storefront from which Harper serves us juice, turkey, milk, Cheerios and any other consumables for which she has the words. She loves it. And we play along cuz, you know, that's what you do.

So last week I'm bellied up to the counter ordering some "snacks" that Harper would go and get and pretend to serve me. On the third or fourth round of pretending to eat these things I ask for another order: turkey, juice, maybe some water. Harper scurried off, carefully picked out some rocks that would double as our pretend snacks.

When she got back she carefully laid them out and then, after careful consideration, presented to me one of the little gray rocks.

Playing along, I asked, full of animation, "MMMM! Thanks, Harper! And what is this?"

She looked at me a second, looked at the rock I was holding and said, like she was talking to a two-year-old, "a rock."