The other day, Davis and I were talking about names. I questioned, “Davis, what is your last name?” to which he responded, “Kirkland Floyd.” I asked, “Well, what is your first name?” to which he responded, “Superman.”
Each morning when I leave for work, I give Davis a kiss, tell him I love him, and to have a good day. His response – Guacamole Mommy!
Last night we went to dinner at Fontinello’s, a really delicious Italian restaurant. Davis ordered grilled chicken with some pasta. When the chicken arrived it was covered in sauce. Nana told Davis it was ketchup. Davis looked at her and said, “No, Nana, it’s menorah.”