One Sunday morning, an untidy Son #2 dug into the kitchen cabinets and played with the Tupperware. Plastic bowls and lids spilled through the opening onto the floor. Son #2 sang a garbled song as he flung things behind him. He was intently searching for something mumbling. "Hmm. Le's see. Hmm. Le's see." (Translation: Hmm. Let's see.)
All of a sudden he spied the object of his search. Son #2 announced. "Oh. Dere is!" (Translation: Oh. There it is.)
Son #2 fiddled and stacked until he had it just so. Then, he toddled to my bedroom with his prize. There, he presented it to me with outstretched arms. I asked. "What do you have, Baby?"
"Ba." Son #2 answered with love in his eyes. (Translation: I want you to have my bottle.) The ba he was offering was a stack of four round, plastic containers. He held it up for me to drink. I took the "ba" from Son #2 and pretended to drink my milk.
"Mmm. That was good. Thank you, Baby." I said tenderly.
Son #2 smiled and wiggled his little fingers as if to request the empty container. I obliged and returned the empty "ba". Then, I suggested. "Go give your Daddy some "ba", too."
Son #2's eyes danced as he chirped. "Oh! OK." Then, he scurried toward my husband's office.
As he entered the room, he held up the "ba" as a little gift to his daddy. My husband turned and asked. "What is this?"
"Ba." Son #2 offered in a matter-of fact voice.
"Huh?" My husband took the gift but looked confused.
"He wants you to drink it." I explained.
My husband's eyes twinkled as he lifted the "ba" to his mouth. He made a few slurping sounds and wiped his mouth. Son #2 stretched out his arm and wriggled his fingers. My husband returned the empty "ba" and commented. "Mmm. Good. Thank you, little son."
Son #2 proudly strolled back to the kitchen to make more mayhem. I couldn't wait to see what his imagination would create next.