The reward

Last weekend, we decided to take the kids to the Melting Pot for a Valentine's dessert.  We knew they would never make it through a dinner there, but we figured that dessert was fast and cheap and something different since they got to use the dippers.  We learned that was the longest they would sit there and the chocolate had absolutely no effect on them when it came to naps! 

Baby M started fussing so I took her out to the van while Daddy T and B stayed to pay for the food.  The following conversation took place between the 2 of them and I thought it was wonderful.  Bear in mind that the Melting Pot is a semi-quiet place and B's whisper isn't really a whisper, especially when he has a pressing question that he really needs an answer to.

B: Daddy, what's that?

Daddy T: It's wine.

B: What's wine?

Daddy T: A specialty drink.

B: Oh.  You mean you get it when you go poop?

Daddy T: (a little unsure of what to say) Yes, but only when you reach a certain age.

*I can only imagine the faces of those in the vicinity of our son who were overhearing this conversation!