My little helper

Tonight I tried something new. Jacob went to the Caps game with guys from his hockey team so Brody, Logan, and I went to the pizza place. That's not new. That's actually become a trend. When Jacob isn't here to cook for us, my answer is to go get pizza. At the end of our meal tonight, we had three pieces left over and needed a box to take them home. With both boys, a messy table, and coats and a purse strewn about our booth, I didn't want to go up to get the box. ...so I sent Brody. I quickly coached him on saying please and thank you and off he went. He pushed to the front of the line, stood next to the guy ordering and LOUDLY said "CAN I PLEASE HAVE A BOX?" The guy behind the counter and the guy placing his order turned to look at him, appearing confused. Brody, noticing that the guy behind the counter wasn't moving towards the boxes repeated himself, louder. "CAN I PLEASE HAVE A BOX??" At this point, the guy behind the counter asks Brody what kind of box (Brody replied "pizza") while the man ordering, the woman at the front table, and half of the line turned around to see which mom sent their four year old to retrieve a box. And they see me, laughing so hard my eyes are tearing up and Logan, who is still shoving a pizza crust in his mouth. Thankfully they were smiling and not looking at me with disdain. As Brody returned with the box, the man who was placing an order came by to tell Brody what a good helper he was and told me that he was "too cute". I apologized for his interruption and learned that in addition to coaching for please and thank you, I also need to teach him to wait his turn.

Earlier this week, while shopping in Target with Logan, he noticed a Cars book from the other end of the aisle. I said "Logan, you have good eyes!" and he quickly replied "No, I have PURPLE eyes!"

While walking out of Target with Logan, he pointed to another generic sedan, not too different from my green Camry and said "I don't want to ride in Mama's car, I want to ride in that beautiful car!"