Almost every meal, Isaac grabs a piece of food from his plate and starts to move it across the table. It's a guarantee he'll ask us, "What's that?" He waits for us to ask what it is and then gleefully tells us what it is - either a boat or occasionally a car. Then he points out where we all are in the vehicle as he slides it across the table, a trail of buttery bread in the wake of the boat or crumbles behind the car.
Today at lunch we ate leftover chilli and cornbread. Isaac started to push a piece of cornbread around the table.
"Momma, what is it?" he asks me.
I say, "I don't know, what is it Isaac?" and whisper to Justin that his answer will be a boat.
"It's bread," he says with a straight face. I love that kid.
