a perfect rectangle

Last week, Dan, Noah and I were at the cafe for dinner. Noah had chicken nuggets, fries and there was an Airhead for him as well. When it got down to only 2 nuggets left, he began trying to manipulate the situation in his favor so that he would not have to finish his dinner, and he could have the airhead. We reminded him of the rules several times, but he kept coming back with different approaches (which made us laugh). Finally, he decided to take his best shot at it and come around the table to ask mom, possibly out of dad's ear shot. We'd already decided we would let him have the airhead (pick your battles, it's my motto), but wanted to see what else he had up his sleeve.

Oh I know, the idea that we would make a little kid work so hard for something just to amuse ourselves. We're so mean, but it was so worth it.

Noah says to me "Mom, please can I have the airhead? I just can't finish my dinner, I'm SO stuffed."

I reply: "Oh gosh, if you're THAT stuffed then you can't possibly have room for an airhead, can you?"

Noah - thinking fast, responds without missing a beat: "I don't have room in my stomach mom, but in my throat there is a perfect rectangle that is the same size as that airhead, so I only have room for that."

Needless to say, both Dan and I collapsed into a fit of laughter. Noah was about to be really angry until we told him sure, you can have it. I mean, if he has a perfect rectangle just the right size, why let it go to waste? How often can that possibly happen? lol

I love my cute kid.