Vocabulary
We're walking through the parking lot at Target, the two of us on either side of Leta, when she points up at the giant red logo on the front of the building and asks, "What do those red letters say?"
"Target," Jon answers, and then on the count of three we swing her in the air. "Target is the name of this store."
She looks back up at the building, points again, and asks, "What do the green letters say?"
"Those spell SUPER," Jon explains. "Together, both words say Super Target. That means this Target is awesome."
"That's what we call redundancy, Leta," I say, even though she seems satisfied with the other answer.
"Huh?" she asks, confused.
"Well, it's kind of like saying delicious chocolate," Jon says, trying to clarify.
"Exactly," I say nodding in his direction. "You might as well just go ahead and call this place Super Super."
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Heather talks about Valentine's Day on today's Momversation.
- I know zero about sports, but my entire heart is screaming, "Go Saints! Go Saints!" I am a stereotypical woman. TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE, JON!
- Marlo has a tooth! So says the blood that she drew when she grabbed my hand and tried to gnaw off my thumb!
- Leta won't eat her birthday cake. I guess we should have made it out of chicken nuggets and iced it with refried beans.
