October 2007
Cobas, pulling on my pant leg: "Tia, Tia (his nickname for me)."
Me: "Yes Little One (my nickname for him)." Cobas just stares at me and then stares at the snack table.
Cobas, still pulling on my pant leg: "Tia!" Then he whispers something that none of us can hear, let alone understand.
Me: "Huh? I can't hear you cutie."
Cobas: "Oh." Then he looks at me with this little innocent smile and whispers something again. Again we can't hear him.
Me, bending down this time so I am at his level, and can hopefully at least read his lips if he decides to whisper again: "What is it Little One?"
Cobas, as he points to the snack table and smiles: "Tia?"
Me: "Oh! Would you like a snack? Are you hungry?"
Cobas, all excited that I have finally understood what he is talking about: "Yeah!" So the two of us head over to the snack table where Cobas' smile suddenly turns into a look of shear panic. Once again he tugs my pant leg, and then he pulls me down to whisper in my ear. "Tia? Where are they? Will you ask the girl if they are all gone?"
Me, totally clueless as to what he saw on the table before, that apparently is now gone, and causing him panic: "Cobas, what are you looking for?"
Cobas, just looks at me like "Duh, Tia. How could you not know what I am looking for." and then he yells: "THE SHRIMPIES!"
Me, finally discovering what it was he was looking at on the table: "Cobas... those aren't shrimp, they're doughnuts, and there are plenty. Would you like one?"
Cobas, completely let down: "OH... no." And then he walks away from the snack table with no shrimp... and no doughnuts... and all the while I am hysterically laughing.
Yup... I am pretty sure he is the only 3 year old who would mistake doughnuts for shrimp cocktail... and then be terribly sad about his lack of shrimpies!
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