With each day that passes, it seems that Luke's verbal skills increase more and more. And with each day that passes, he says something so silly that I just can't help but laugh. And sometimes shake my head. Sunday night was definitely a head shaking moment.
We went out for a dual-purpose dinner on Sunday. Shane's parents wanted to take him out for his birthday, but since his dad had double-knee replacement surgery yesterday, he was obviously unable to go out on Shane's birthday. Also, due to the aforementioned surgery and the fasting involved, Shane's dad wanted to eat a giant slab of ribs. We went to Smokey's, which looks like a dive but has amazing ribs. Or so I'm told, because I'm such a prissy girl that I can't stand to eat foods that involve getting sauce all over myself. I can attest that the pulled pork sandwiches are wonderful, and the homemade pies are full of sugary goodness. But I digress, because this story has a point, and the point was not to share my culinary likes and dislikes (but for those of you playing along at home, I like sugar and hate messy).
I was wearing a hoodie over a t-shirt because the weather is unseasonably made of awesome right now, and when we got settled in at our table, I took the hoodie off. This somehow prompted Luke to jab his finger into my chest and loudly proclaim, "MY num nums!" followed by the proudest smile and head nod you have ever seen. I should mention that my in-laws are very freaked out by toddler nursing, but even so, Luke's proclamation drew quite the laugh out of them.
AND THEN, after claiming my breasts for his very own, Luke proceeded to eat half my sandwich and ALL of my pecan pie. I can handle a toddler staking his claim to my cleavage, but my pie? That one hurt.