The other day, the first thing Addison did in the morning was to write Heather a note that said, “I love you, Mommy! –Addison.” It was pretty special, and I thought I might be in for the same kind of treat when he got home from school a day later. He immediately got himself a marker and a piece of paper, telling me he needed to write something down.
I was pretty excited until he asked me this: “How do you spell judge?”
I told him. Then he showed me his new nameplate: “Judge Addison.” I didn’t quite understand, still don’t, actually. But the next words out of his mouth helped me somewhat:
“I order you to make me a peanut butter sandwich!”