A Warped Sense of Reality

It is completely my fault that James thinks these things. He cannot help but make these observations based on our errand-running in between trips to museums, parks, and other kiddo activities.

Last week we saw a big fire truck. The mac-daddy of all fire trucks: two drivers.

James: Where is the fire truck going mommy?

Me: Maybe a fire. Do you think he's going to a fire?

James: No, he's going to Starbucks.

I signed up James for a tumbling/gym type thing (like Gymboree) and I talked about it for days. The morning of the first class:

Me: Guess where we're going today!

James: (arms raised up in celebration) TJ Maxx!

James helps us take out the trash on Sundays. We give him one item to carry to the curb. One evening it was a pizza box.

Me: Are you the pizza man?

James: No, I'm James.

After changing his diaper one morning.

James: Thanks Mommy, you're good helper.

Last Saturday as we left Starbucks:

James: Bye everybody! Bye Starbucks! See you tomorrow!

For the record, we do NOT go to Starbucks every day, but it is about two blocks from our house, they do know James by name, and he can identify Starbucks from the green sign.