We LOVE waffles in this house. Love them. So it was no suprise to me that when I introduced Aylen to the time-tested-kid-approved game of Hot Lava, Hot Waffle would become the new name.
LOL.
I explained the rules. Carpet=HOT LAVA aka don't touch it. Couches/love sack/pillows/blankets/chairs=safe. If you fall into the Hot Lava you must make horrible, agonizing sounds. You cannot get out by yourself, rather you must yell..."HOT LAVAAAA...NOOOOOOOO...HELPPPPPPPPPP MEEEE" and then someone must LIFT you out.
AJ was down. Downer than Down. This was his kinda game. And whatdoyounkow he immediately fell into the lava, the hot, hot lava...and started hollering, just like instructed.
"MOM.......... HELPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEE. I"M IN THE HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT WAFFFFFFFFLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
I tried to change it for him. Lava sweetie. LAVA. But it wasn't sticking, not one bit.
That's cool. Hot Waffles aren't good to land in that's for sure.
:) Momma


