My Tiny Chocolates
Ethan loves chocolate. It was probably one of the first twenty words he could say. And he really really loves those tiny peanut butter cups from Trader Joes. And so do I. So when we had them last I would tease him (to both our delights) telling him they were "My Tiny Chocolates." Well, he return the favor and would regularly grab them, whip away from me, and say in a loud and scary voice (or as loud and scary as a nearly two year old gets): MY TINY CHOCOLATES.
I would say this to him even after we had eaten all of the peanut butter cups. My fear was that he didn't like it, but just gave me a reaction to give me reaction. Then, two weeks after the chocolate cups were gone for no reason at all, he yelled at me at dinner: MY TINY CHOCOLATES! And then he let out a huge giggle. It was clear that he understood how to tease me and thus it is really his first joke. Bianca, Isaac, and I howled with laughter which only made Ethan do it more and more.
Since then I was see him or he will catch my eye and we both let out a loud, rumbly "MY TINY CHOCOLATES!" Here is a cute little video of the Beeth and I with our routine:
I would say this to him even after we had eaten all of the peanut butter cups. My fear was that he didn't like it, but just gave me a reaction to give me reaction. Then, two weeks after the chocolate cups were gone for no reason at all, he yelled at me at dinner: MY TINY CHOCOLATES! And then he let out a huge giggle. It was clear that he understood how to tease me and thus it is really his first joke. Bianca, Isaac, and I howled with laughter which only made Ethan do it more and more.
Since then I was see him or he will catch my eye and we both let out a loud, rumbly "MY TINY CHOCOLATES!" Here is a cute little video of the Beeth and I with our routine: