I Can S-P-E-L-L

We’ve reached the spelling age.

No, not the age where the twins are spelling, though actually Abby can spell a few words, we are at the age where WE are spelling.

You know what I’m talking about.

Hey, should we go to the p-a-r-k?

Or how about c-h-i-c-k-f-i-l-a for dinner?

Miles wants a l-o-l-l-i-p-o-p, has he had one today yet?

Because once you SAY these key spelled words, its over.

You MUST go to the park.  You MUST go to Chick-fil-a (not that I’d ever complain about that). You MUST give the child a lollipop. Or else the world.is.over. I’ve taken to calling macaroni and cheese M & C, because who really wants to spell all that?

So, Saturday my parents, my aunt and myself took the twins downtown during Small Business Saturday. The twins mostly pushed their strollers around and we took turns in stores. My dad decided he wanted to take the twins by the drug store and get Abby some ice cream (I’m sorry i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m).

Me: Abby, G-pa is going to take you for some i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m. Good thing you don’t know how to spell that yet!

Abby: Ice cream!