Let me explain.
Daddy cooked dinner tonight, which means dinner was grilled out back. Yummy grilled chicken and grilled asparagus - delish!
Early on in the process, Dad was cleaning the lit grill using a paper towel (yikes!), and I said calmly, "Be careful that you don't burn yourself."
Turbo took a cue from me and gasped, "Dad, don't burn your hands! I'll get you two muffins."
And then Turbo sprinted into the house to return with these:
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| "Oven Mitts" sounds like "Muffins" (sometimes) |
If I bend my brain a little I can see where "oven mitt" might be confused with or sound like "muffins," but this innocent mistake was paired with an intense gasp and mad dash into the house. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
You see, we've been playing kitchen with Turbo's new prize for getting fully potty trained. Shh, secret... this was really a gift to mom and dad to give him something age appropriate so he'd stop being Godzilla knocking over all his sister's toys.
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| New toy! We call it 'green kitchen.' |
Thank you, Turbo, for your urgency in preventing Daddy from becoming a burn victim.
My husband and I are lucky that we get to laugh almost every single day with our darling little Turbo.
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