Dinner in the Collins House

Zachary is in an explosively conversational time, to a variety of humourous effects.

Also, there appears to be a lot of excitable yelling. I expect this phase to end by the time he graduates college.

Our dinner went something like this "Mine mine mine mine, bread, pizza mine, No dipping no dipping no mommy daddy no dipping nodippiEEEEHHHHHHHHH..... "

Then mark pours more oil and vinegar onto the plate we're using to dip bread. And tries to make a smiley face, because he does that with Z's honey & yogurt. Except there are some obvious issues to any of you who have ever experienced these four substances.

Mark yells, "Damn, hydrophobic effect!" as the vinegar smooshes into an indistinguisable blob. "Zachary, can you say hydrophobic?"

"AAAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Hm, close?

"HYDROPHOBIC!"

got it in two.

annnnnnd... "No dipipng mommy mommy mine bread..."

*headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*

Upside, we've named his piggy bank "Trevor, The treif tzedakah pig"

All in all a productive weekend.