Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Super Mustard

*sigh* My son is strange. I know he was doomed to be, given his genetic makeup, but some days he's a little odder than usual.

On Sundays, we stop for breakfast at the Kolache Factory on the way to church. This weekend, AJ sat playing with the mayo, mustard, and salsa packets while eating his food. You may have heard me talk about his conversations with inanimate objects; today it was the condiments. Each of the packets had their own personality and voice. They talked to each other, posed, interacted, etc. Many of them morphed into superheroes. (What can I say? He's a little boy...) By folding the packet in half, he could turn it into a "mouth" and "talk" with it. Waving them around in the air, they flew around fighting the bad guys. (salt and pepper shakers?) He was so distracted with his play that he didn't notice his Daddy was leaving.

I turned around from refilling my drink to see my husband standing in the doorway yelling to AJ across the restaurant, "AJ! Put Super Mustard down and get in the car!"

I never really thought I would ever hear anyone say that...


Jennifer said...

That is hilarious! I can only imagine what the other patrons thought! What a great imagination AJ has. Such a great thing!

Thanks for the comment about ECI. I was a little nervous, but it can only help right?

AJsMom said...

Luckily I don't remember any other patrons in the store, and the employees have gotten used to him.

KimboSue said...

Like father, like son. What else csan you say?