This morning, Kale slept until 8am. At that time, I woke him up. He slept with Mema last night, so not sure what kind of night they had. His first reaction to being awakened was to whine and squawk (much like his momma has been known to do in the same situation). He sat up, found the pillow he had been sleeping NEXT to instead of resting his head upon, and then plopped his head back down on the pillow.
I again told him it was time to wake up. He looked directly at his Mema, who was laying next to him, and said: Cacker Bawul? For those of you who can't decipher that, its Cracker Barrel.
Yes, Kale is a fan of Cracker Barrel. We eat there often enough that he knows the name of the place. He also knows Al-mart (Wal-Mart) and the Target Store (which is what he calls Target).
This morning, I had to break his little Cracker Barrel heart and tell him we weren't going to Cracker Barrel and that we were going to school. He wasn't so pleased with that. In fact, he said: NO SCHOOL. Lovely. But, alas, he went to school with raisin toast and helicopter in hand.