Maceo and I (Momma) have some of our best conversations in the 7 minute drive to St. Ann's where Maceo goes to daycare, or "school" as we like to say. Recently on one trip to school, after we clarified that it was a steeple on top of the church and not a pizza, we got around to talking about how cute Cassius is and where Maceo saw himself on the cute spectrum. It sent something like this:
Maceo: Cassius is so cute!
Kate: Yes, he is. You're cute, too.
Maceo: No, I'm not cute. I'm funny.
More recently, we had a similar conversation and I tried to trick him. You know, for fun. It's hard to trap a 2.5 year old in conversation I say!
Maceo: Cassius is so cute! (This is a recurring theme at our house and the topic is almost always brought up by Maceo).
Kate: Yes, he is. You're cute, too. And funny!
Maceo: I'm not funny, I'm fun---(big pause). (Silence).
One point for Momma!
