Kelly and I just got back from spending a week in Chicago with the aptly named "Chicago Abbotts". There are the San Diego Abbotts (me, Kelly and soon baby David), the Chicago Abbotts (Noel, Sarah, Mia and Max) and the Ohio (or New Mexico) Abbotts (Pam and Lee). We were there for a visit since we hadn't seen them in a year and a half and we wanted one last outing before the baby comes in October.
Noel and Max picked us up from Midway airport. As we crested the escalator we could see down below into the luggage area where Max was in his red bugaboo stroller with Noel standing behind. We walked up and gave big hugs to Noel and met Max who was eating a cookie. He then proceeded to show us the chewed up cookie in his mouth and throw the half eaten cookie he had in his hand on the ground. This was a preview of what was to come in the long week ahead.
We wheeled over to the luggage carousel where Max proceeded to point into his open mouth and say "I farted". Noel asked if he burped and Max shook his head yes and said again, "I farted" and pointed to his open mouth. He did this several more times to the amusement of Kelly and I.
Bags were gathered and the car was loaded and we were on our way to Evanston, a nice suburb right outside of Chicago proper. On the way there Max was babbling on and pointing at things which Noel was nice enough to interpret for me and Kelly. Max kept a running dialog of what he saw: airplanes, buses, trains, cars and "fucks" (a fuck is a truck). Max then let out a zinger: "I eat poo poo" he said. Kelly and I both looked at Noel who quickly said, "No Max, you don't eat poo poo, you eat food food." Max kept saying it though in his adorable, innocent 2 year old voice, "I eat poo poo, I eat poo poo, I eat poo poo." Initially I tried to control my amusement and laughter as not to egg Max on but it was of no use since Kelly and I soon were roaring with laughter tears streaming down our faces. Ah, this was going to be a fun week.
Noel and Max picked us up from Midway airport. As we crested the escalator we could see down below into the luggage area where Max was in his red bugaboo stroller with Noel standing behind. We walked up and gave big hugs to Noel and met Max who was eating a cookie. He then proceeded to show us the chewed up cookie in his mouth and throw the half eaten cookie he had in his hand on the ground. This was a preview of what was to come in the long week ahead.
We wheeled over to the luggage carousel where Max proceeded to point into his open mouth and say "I farted". Noel asked if he burped and Max shook his head yes and said again, "I farted" and pointed to his open mouth. He did this several more times to the amusement of Kelly and I.
Bags were gathered and the car was loaded and we were on our way to Evanston, a nice suburb right outside of Chicago proper. On the way there Max was babbling on and pointing at things which Noel was nice enough to interpret for me and Kelly. Max kept a running dialog of what he saw: airplanes, buses, trains, cars and "fucks" (a fuck is a truck). Max then let out a zinger: "I eat poo poo" he said. Kelly and I both looked at Noel who quickly said, "No Max, you don't eat poo poo, you eat food food." Max kept saying it though in his adorable, innocent 2 year old voice, "I eat poo poo, I eat poo poo, I eat poo poo." Initially I tried to control my amusement and laughter as not to egg Max on but it was of no use since Kelly and I soon were roaring with laughter tears streaming down our faces. Ah, this was going to be a fun week.
Comments:
Oblivious (July 9, 2007. 11:22pm)
I love kids.
Electronic Goose (July 13, 2007. 02:01am)
Too funny!