Friday, we treated the kids to a meal out at our favorite pizza buffet place.  We go at least once a month.  The pizza’s better than frozen and there a few but not a ton of games for the kids to play if we have time.  We also decided to take them to a toy store and let Zoe and Liam spend their birthday money.

Liam gathered his money together and refused to put it in his pockets.  Mark finally convinced him to let him hold it so it wouldn’t go missing.

All the way to eat, Liam kept saying, “Daddy, I’ll pay for our pizza.  I’m going to pay with my money.”

Mark and I were able to finally get him to understand that that meant no toys.  “If you pay for our pizza, which is a nice thing to do, you won’t have any money to buy a toy at the toy store.”

Silence…then…
“Ohhhhh.”  Pause “I’m not going to pay for our pizza.”

Mark and  I just giggle at his antics in the car.  The other night, he decided to tell a story but refused to do so until we were all quiet…and whenever it was quiet for awhile and someone would ask for the story he’d tell us he couldn’t tell it until after that person was quiet.  This went on the whole ten minute ride home and almost ended when he caught Mark smirking and laughing and he pronounced he wouldn’t tell the story now because daddy laughed.  Mark’s got to work on his cough/laugh!  I didn’t get caught because of my perfection of the cough/laugh.