I would line them up in a row, usually at my Dad's softball games on the bleachers, and recite their names: Lemon Meringue, Strawberry Shortcake, Angel Cake, Lemon Chiffon, Blueberry Muffin...etc.
After placing all of them in an even, orderly row, I would lie them down. After checking to make sure they were evenly spaced, I would place them back in my pocket book. Yes, I had a pocket book (pronouced "pockey-book"). How Southern is that?
Anyhow, during the course of my Dad's games, I would rotate between the playground, the concession stand (or at least beggin' my Mom for money for the candy bar I just HAD to have), and lining up my Strawberry Shortcakes.
Sunday night, we witnessed this:
I love his "baby cow-Moo" comment.
No, this isn't the first time I've seen Ty do the whole line-up thing like his Mama used to. But, it's the first time we've caught it on camera.
And, I love it. OCD much?
What we didn't get was Acey
Now that was a site to see.
Ty's also learned to keep Ace away from his toys, food, sippy cup, etc., he must act like a Lion. A scary, roaring lion. It literally scares the
Paybacks? Yeah, you gotta love 'em.
Oh, and it wasn't too long ago Mom found my Strawberry Shortcakes. I'm 29 (29.9, but whatever) and she's saved them all these years. I played with those things 16 hours a day for 5 years, over 25 years ago. They were washed in bleach water numerous times to get the ball-park goo off of them. But, they STILL SMELL LIKE THEIR ORIGINAL SCENT! Not kidding. Lemon, blueberry, strawberry, even the mean guy still smelled!
I guess I'm not so antiquated afterall!