L doesn't know that people don't really say hip hip hooray!
He shouts it when he's excited, and it's so classically him.
Hip hip hooray, Mom's home!
Jam sandwiches for lunch!? Hip hip hooray!
I'm not going to be the one to tell him.
Besides, I almost let it slip a few times today, myself.
Whim and the boys taped a commercial for Ikea today and it was ridiculously fun. As if Ikea needed any more reasons to be my favorite thing.
they we got to play in the model bedrooms while we waited, which I always want to do every time we go there.
It's a promo for Father's Day (Dec 5th in Thailand) and it's supposed to go online Monday...but I'm skeptical. I'll post a link if it really does.
The boys had a blast, reveling in all the attention, and it was so quick and easy. Afterward, Whim dutifully took them straight to the toy store to "teach them a lesson about earning and the value of money."*
And it's Friday. Isn't that enough to justify a few hip hip hoorays?
*aka Whim has wanted a remote control car since M was a fetus.