Pecans & Croutons

Life is moving forward & we are thoroughly enjoying these Grace FULL days of summer with lots of swimming & friend play with a bit of travel. Boy, I have thought about blogging here & there. Sigh~ But I'm here now with a moment I want to remember.

Grace & I were enjoying a tasty Cone Cottage treat this week. With her participation in the summer reading program at the library, Grace scored a free ice cream cone. Not that we need a coupon to lure us into that sinfully delicious place, but....free is nice. =) Grace ordered up a lemon-lime twisty cone, while I savored a pecan pie blaster. Scrumptious doesn't EVEN capture it. Seriously.

After about 5 bites or so of my pecan laden delight, Grace asked "Why do I always want what you order?" Order envy. She comes by it honestly. Good thing we don't mind sharing. That's what good friends do in my book. A couple more bites of just the pecans & she declared while rolling her eyes heavenward, "I just love croutons." hee hee - "No, honey, those are pecans." She stumbled over it a few more times, landing somewhere between the two words before she finally got it. Hilarious. I was laughing out LOUD. Thankfully, she was as well. She can be a bit sensitive about the laughing...especially if it's at her or WITH her, rather. I wish I had a picture of that sweet face as she grappled with her expanding expressive lexicon. She's heard both words, croutons & pecans; the stumbling came in using them. =)

Then, of course, we talked about how folks say it differently; but the correct way is with the emphasis on the "can" (sounds like "don" rather than "Dan") part of pecan instead of an emphasized "pe" with a long, drawn out peeeeeeeeeeecan. It's kind of like the pop/soda thing. :o)

She's laying on couch at present - it's 2:36 AM - sick with an upset tummy. We emptied out dinner & then some. Bless her heart. We've got a system down though as we've slept with the little purple & pink bucket this week...far more than her share. Sigh~ I keep her hair pulled back & a washcloth on her neck. Poor baby. She has enjoyed more 7-UP than a six year old should. In Jesus' name. Ssssssomebody!