Yep, that's right. The hockabickers. We were driving home from the Omaha Children's Museum today and told Aiden we could stop and get lunch somewhere. He told me he wanted some chicken and some fries, which is fine because it is (after all) the weekend leading up to his 3rd Birthday. I told him to look for the big M in the sky. He grabbed his imaginary binoculars, brought them up to his face and said "Need My Hockabickers".
Oh, the sweet innocence of childhood!
(p.s - Graham was so tired on the way home from playing for 2 solid hours that he was snoring in the backseat....Very loudly, at that. Thank goodness for places like the OCM, being able to give my kids the opportunity to expend energy in the winter time and to learn something new is worth it's weight in gold!)
