But this kid cracks me up! So to add to “I’m just talking to myself” and “The clock says I need more glue,” today I will record poi.
Several years ago, we had the chance to go to Hawaii with Ricky being just 2 1/2 years old. One of the souvenirs we brought home was a book about a boy who chases a mongoose all around the Hawaiian islands seeing things like dolphins and lava flows and a luau. At the luau, the silly mongoose jumps into the poi (a purplish food made from taro plants). Okay, with that background done … Billy has really enjoyed reading the mongoose book lately. He listens intently as we rhyme along and he studies the pictures. A couple of weeks ago, as we were eating tacos, Billy said he wanted some poi. Very confused, we told him that we didn’t have any and, in Billy’s way, he argued that we did and adamantly pointed at the food. We finally figured out that he was pointing to the lettuce. Since then, anytime there is lettuce or green salad involved in a meal, Billy is excited that we are having poi (granted, he won’t eat it, but he likes that it is there). Purple saucy stuff … green leafy stuff … I don’t see the resemblance, but at this point, there is no convincing Billy otherwise.
