Wordless Wednesday- Tonka Loves Brownie

(I don't think I've ever participated in Wordless Wednesday, but I like the idea of it. Only... if a picture is worth 1,000 words, and I take 50 pictures- well my Wordless Wednesdays aren't going to be so Wordless, are they? Should I call this Not So Wordless Wednesday, then? Or what if I just hide my words in these sneaky parentheses, does that do the trick? Right? Know what I mean?)


(See? How can I let a face like that go without a caption.)

(A few days weeks ago- actually... it was a month ago now- the babies and I went outside for a nice morning play date in the front yard. I brought out Charlie's trucks, cars, and trains, for us to drive along the concrete. Those are things that Eleanore likes too, so it wasn't as if she was without. Plus, she always has her imaginary friends by her side, Piglet and Donkey- I didn't feel guilty about the lack of ribbons and bows in attendance.)

(Soon the air started warming up, and our tummies started grumbling. I had just made a fresh batch of banana sweetened brownies earlier that morning, so we packed up the trucks and trains, and headed inside for a snack. Or... well at least I thought we packed them all up...)



(Mr. Charlie seemed to have snuck one away somewhere, and when I lifted him into his high chair, I somehow still missed seeing it there in his hand. I went into the kitchen, brought back a plate of brownies- a solid one for Elie, and cut up bites for Charlie. I served the princess hers, and then slid the bits and pieces leftover onto the high Chair tray. Still... I didn't see the red Tonka.)



(And then like a low hum coming from I-wasn't-sure-where, I started to hear a blurry "vroom vroom". Not the actual sound, the way it would sound coming from an actual engine, but more like, one of the babies was making that sound with their mouth?)



(Oh. I see now.)

(Little Charlie by this point, had completely demolished his brownie. He had driven his red Tonka through every speck of moist chocolate available to Tonka's tires. He was having a great time, by the way, driving Tonka back and forth back and forth, vroom vroom'ing up a sugary storm. Who needs to actually eat their snack, when instead you can turn it into a racetrack?)

(And I have to admit, I was kind of proud of him. Brownies are dark in color, the way dirt is. And big trucks drive on dirt, right? And... wow. Having a little boy is so much different than having a little girl. This was the exact moment that it dawned on me.)



(Sticky little fingers, guilty as charged.)



(Oh go on, have your fun. Play in the dirt all you want. How could I say no to a face like that? Make monster sized tracks all over that tray. You couldn't possibly be any cuter.)



(So this is what being the Mother to a little boy is all about.)

(And I'm sure this is just the beginning
*said with an honest to God smile*.)