Chicky Nuggets--That's Pity Cool
With the graduation to the big kid room of Ponies, Isaac has been exposed to all kinds of new things--4 year olds, the requirement to dress and undress himself, the big playground, and chicken nuggets.
One of his friends brings them for lunch about once a week and Isaac is positively obsessed. At dinner we hear about chicky nuggets regardless of what we are eating. "Well, they are aren't chicky nuggets" he'd say.
Then last night, we got him some chicky nuggets from a local grilled food place. Bianca cut them up and I opened his ketchup for dipping and Isaac tore into them with his fork (he is not a finger food kind of kid right now...too messy). After a few chomps he told us:
"Chicky Nuggets--that's pity cool."
Pity cool, indeed.
One of his friends brings them for lunch about once a week and Isaac is positively obsessed. At dinner we hear about chicky nuggets regardless of what we are eating. "Well, they are aren't chicky nuggets" he'd say.
Then last night, we got him some chicky nuggets from a local grilled food place. Bianca cut them up and I opened his ketchup for dipping and Isaac tore into them with his fork (he is not a finger food kind of kid right now...too messy). After a few chomps he told us:
"Chicky Nuggets--that's pity cool."
Pity cool, indeed.