Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Rice Pudding

Matthew loves to stretch his little arms across a doorway, blocking your path and demanding a password.  For ages, I stood there saying, "Is it 'baseball?' Is it 'Knuffle Bunny?' Is it 'sushi?'" 

Then, one day, Matthew blocked Cameron's path. "Can't get through!  You need the password!" he announced.

"OK," said Cameron.  "What's the password?"

"Rice pudding," responded Matthew.

"Rice pudding," repeated Cameron, and Matthew obligingly stepped aside.

1 comment:

Grandma Linda said...

That proves it never hurts to ask!