How could I have forgotten to mention the fudge! I made a couple of batches of fudge for our Christmas party Sunday and there were plenty of leftovers. I took them to my mom’s today to share (and get the vicious things out of my house). Ricky thinks fudge is just okay and could take or leave it. Billy thought it was very delicious and we learned tonight just how much he’ll take it!
We were gathered in my mom’s sunroom to open gifts and visit and the boys were left to wander and play. They are used to my mom’s house and I trust them to stay out of trouble there. Plus, I have a nasty cold and wasn’t feeling like leaving the comfy chair I’d found. So, when Billy walked in with one piece of fudge and a napkin . . . it was really cute. He wiped his mouth and came to sit by Kevin and I while he ate it and it was no big deal. A little bit later when he came back with another piece, I wasn’t as amused and sent Kevin to clean him up. A little bit later in comes Billy with a piece of fudge in both hands, taking alternating bites–one from his left hand, one from his right hand, one from his left hand . . . I took the pieces away, was annoyed, and Billy was once again cleaned up. Not 5 minutes later, or so it seemed, here is Billy AGAIN with a piece of fudge in each hand! At that point, I pulled myself out of my chair and found the easily reachable plate of fudge and put it far out of his grasp!
This is just Billy. Two of his favorite phrases are “s’more” for “some more” (I believe we first heard this in regard to my fudge) and “one more” said with his little pointer finger pointing to the sky. This one can be said about anything–food, turns on the slide, times circling a chair–and rarely actual means that he will only do it one more time. It is often repeated multiple times. So 6 pieces of fudge in less than an hour? Typical Billy.
Often, when it is time to stop going down the slide or something like that I will tell him “Last time” or “One more time” to make it easier to stop. Well, Billy is too smart, whenever he wants to keep going he just holds up one finger and says “time!” and goes again – over and over and over – until you physically pick him up and take him away.