Joshua’s kind of in love with Angry Birds.
“I play Angry Birds Daddy’s phone!?”
“I needa play Angry Birds on da cahPEWder!?”
“I play Angry Birds Joshie’s phone!?”
(Yes, he has a phone. No, he’s not ordering pizza or scheduling playdates. Yet.)
These are constant comments at our house. Constant. And I’m pretty sure Dan played Angry Birds on the computer for nearly an hour on Sunday morning because that’s how much the toddler loves the game (and how much Dan loves Joshua and me and values my sanity).
Last night we went to the grocery store and lo and behold the Christmas toy display!
Which, not coincidentally, is right as you walk in the door no doubt to con harried parents into buying whatever will hold Little Johnny still long enough for them to grocery shop.
Right atop said display? Plush Angry Birds characters as big as my toddler.
“ANGRY! BIRDS!,” he shouted.
So, being the good parents we are, we walked over to the display and talked about the birds.
And then the following scene took place:
“I needa RED Angry Bird!”
We handed Joshua the red Angry Bird plush toy.
“Daddy needa yewwow Angry Bird!”
Dan picked up the yellow Angry Bird plush toy.
“Mama needa pig!”
I picked up the green Pig plush toy.
And then a red Angry Bird was launched at me from across the grocery store aisle by my toddler kamikaze style.
I love that kid.