Afternoon at the DQ

I never knew that becoming a parent would make me laugh as much as I do.  Don't get me wrong, we have plenty of moments when we are definitely NOT laughing, but we have our fair share of funny moments too.

I had the afternoon off the other day, and it was nice outside, so I decided to take Tate to get ice cream at the local DQ.  We each got a small dipped cone.  I thought that maybe dipping it would make it
A. less likely to fall on the ground mid-lick and
B. less likely to drip all over. 

I was right about the first thing, wrong about the second.

Tate did a pretty good job wolfing his cone down.  When he was done, he looked down at his shirt and said loudly "CRAB!"  I stared at him, trying to figure out what that could possibly mean.  He said it again, "OH CRAB!  Mommy, I spilled all over my shirt!"

Apparantly he picked up a phrase I use a little too often - oh, crap!  I couldn't help but laugh while trying to figure out how to tell him that's not really a very nice thing for him to say.  I decided that it wasn't fair to encourage him by laughing and then tell him he shouldn't say that, so we just laughed together as I wiped his face and hands.

It's the little things in life that really make it worthwhile, isn't it?