Those were the wise words of Baby B last night.
I found myself in the midst of a plethora of strawberries. So, I made HH's favorite fresh fruit pie. Except that his favorite way is with peaches. But strawberries are in season. Peaches, not so much.
Fortunately, he's a big strawberry fan, too. And once again, making him pie was a Joyful Moment for me.
And apparently, so is Baby B. Especially, when they're layered with a sweetened condensed milk/lemon juice mixture, piled on a graham cracker crust, and topped with whip cream.
He ate three slices. Granted, they were smaller than everyone else's piece. But, still! He just kept asking for "Mo?" And then when I reached for the pie, he'd nod emphatically, while saying, "Yeah, yeah." It was so cute.
But the best was when HH walked in and asked him if he wanted to get ready for bed. That was when he very matter-of-factly responded, "Eat pie."
It was another Joyful Moment. And a great laugh shared with HH.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments and someone wise enough to tell you when it's time to eat pie!