Mac Chats

Me: what are those, Cormac? Mac: hookers.  Me: 😂🤣😂 Mac: you know. They hook on the tree. 

I can’t eat that. I’ll get a stummyache in my tummus. 

Our chat on the way home. Per Cormac; “I don’t want to die. I want other people to die first. Like Jesus Christ and Mr Rogers. “

Me: snags his fry and dips in it ketchup.  Mac: Mom! I’m not sharing fries. Just the pretzel.  Me: (places fry back in basket) Mac: (rolls eyes) Mom. Once you dip it, it’s YOURS.  Me: eats fry Mac: You stole that fry, you know.  #yeahwellimpayingso #macrules #dipit #mactivities

I see Cormac looking in a hand mirror with his mouth open wide.  Me: Everything ok over there? Mac: Yeah. I’m just trying to see where the hiccups come from.  Me: Oh ok. Makes sense.  I then tried to explain where they actually come from but that wasn’t as exciting.

Cormac is playing baby and I offer him a bottle. He says yes so I pretend to pour milk and screw on the top. He stops me.  “No. Not like that. Dump it out!” I dump it out.  “I want chocolate on the bottom. Then pour the milk on top. Don’t stir it.” Sheesh. Ok. Editors note. He has never had chocolate milk (to my knowledge) nor have we ever discussed it. I blame school.  

Cormac’s questions for Cinderella: “Do you live here? Where do you eat? What’s your favorite food? Do you work here?” (He has asked her why she has such a big castle and no roller coaster at our last visit, so I was relieved he didn’t ask her again.) After answering patiently, Cinderella asks, “Cormac, would you like a photo?” “Yes please”. And this is what I get.