This morning, as I was getting Levi up from bed, he saw that I was wearing a very old T-shirt with beach chairs on it, one that I got when I was little. I told him about how I got it, and this is what happened next:
"Mommy, do you want to hear a story about when you were little and went to the beach?" he asks me.
"Sure!" I sit down on his bed.
"Once upon a time, when you were little, we put you in Wendy's... uh, my... car seat and we took you too the beach. And you played, and you dipped your toes in the water, and then it was time to eat. And we ate and ate. And then there was more. And then we put you back in the car and took you home. And then we got to the house.... That's it. Did you like your story?"
"Oh yes, Levi, I did!"
;)
(Usually I'm the one who tells him stories about when he was a baby. This was a fun twist.)
