So UTM Jr. is fast approaching his third birthday, and nowadays he's talking up a storm. He's also a big fan of applesauce (this'll come into play momentarily). Saturday we were getting lunch on the table when he asked for some applesauce. No biggie - I grabbed the last single-serving container out of the cupboard, only to discover that somehow it had sprung a leak and there was a semi-dry applesauce crust on the edges.
"Sorry buddy, this applesauce is yucky."
(He completely understands - and overuses, of course - the concept of yucky.) But good kid that he is, he didn't raise a fuss when I explained that the applesauce was all gone. Mrs UTM and I gave each other a glance - we
knew this was gonna come back to haunt us...
While the little guy was down for his afternoon nap, my wife went on her weekly grocery run and picked up more applesauce. And sure enough, at suppertime when we asked him if he wanted applesauce, his immediate response was, "Applesauce is
YUCKY!"
We had a hunch this was coming, and we quickly explained that not all applesauce was yucky - just the stuff from lunch. With typical child logic, he insisted that it HAD to be yucky, but we kept explaining over and over that applesauce isn't yucky. The playful argument went back and forth until suddenly our two-year-old shouted out in an outraged voice,
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME??We were reduced to helpless giggles for about five minutes.
We're pretty sure he picked that line up from one of his older cousins, but to the best of our knowledge he'd never said that phrase before.