Last week, I went grocery shopping and somehow, when I got home, the steaks I purchased were not in the bag. I checked the receipt and I did in fact pay for them. After making sure they were not under the car seat or laying in the floorboard, I called the g-store and they said to just bring in the receipt and they would replace them. The next day, Maison and I headed to the store and on the way there, I called Trey to see if he needed anything. Duh! We always need a 12 pack of Michelob Ultra. So after choosing my replacement steaks, I throw a 12-pack into the buggy and head to the customer service desk to check-out. I put the beer up on the counter as the cashier is making small talk with Maison about her Minnie Mouse doll that seems to have to go wherever we go lately. Mid-conversation, Maison stops, looks at the cashier with what I call her "serious business to discuss face", points at the 12-pack and says "Daddy's juice" in the most matter-of-fact tone you can imagine coming from a 2 year old. The cashier just laughed and said "That's right, baby... Daddy gets thirsty too!" Satisfied with the cashier's response, Maison nodded her head, wrapped one arm around Minnie and picked up her cell phone to talk to Cinderella.
Her vocabulary expanded over the weekend:
Pancakes: panny-cake
Aunt Liz: Wiz
Coffee: Caw-key
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