snippets of a sunday.
Quincy: Ummmmmm, pancakes. Pancakes sound good. We don't have waffle spray. Waffle spray. (thinking a moment and recalling that Jeremy ran out to get some last time he made waffles) Actually, waffles sound good.
Quincy: They're good. They're really really good. I love waffles. I love Papa. And Papa loves me.
Quincy: I just need to drive for a liiiiittle bit.
Wearing a hat and sunglasses just like Papa and waiting in the car while Jeremy gets chips to enjoy during our walk. Slightly counter productive, don't ya think?
Quincy pedaled for our entire dog walk. It was so fun. A new door has definitely been opened.
Quincy: The dogs are fast and I'm prrrretty fast too.
Pausing for tricycle ice cream. There were plenty of ingredients on the beach for the five dollar (gasp!) ice creams. Jeremy's flavor: anchovy. (You did this as a kid, right? Jeremy thought I was a bit odd.)
Another stop. This time at the playground, where Jeremy gave Q lessons to improve his pumping.
Me: Quincy, you are not the boss of the playground.
Quincy: The biggest chimp of the troop is the boss of the playground.
He always has the last word.