Friday, January 28, 2005

Ketchup Communication

We had dinner with the Carlsons tonight. Noah had a plateful of tater-tots and a special request.
Noah: I need a dibbet, Mommy!
Jeana: A dibbet? Do you need a fork?
Noah: No! No fork! I need a dibbet. Please!
Geary: What are you talking about? Are you thirsty?
Noah: No! I need a dibbet!
Then he shook his fist over his plate a few times until we realized he was miming dipping his tots in ketchup. One blob of the red stuff and he was satisfied.

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