When you’re obsessed with bikes…

We’re at the table the other day, our son has a glass of water in front of him, but he’s obviously unhappy with it and says “I want a habcahsld”. Well, that’s what it sounds like, at least. Zak and I look at each other, puzzled. We ask him to repeat. We still don’t get it. We ask him to point. He shows the mug Zak and I have been drinking with. Then finally, Zak gets it. He’s asking for “one with a handlebar”. He wants a mug with a handle, but he doesn’t know the word or doesn’t remember it properly, so he’s asking for a handlebar instead…

Priceless!

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