Chuck E. Cheese is very nearby, and we often pass it as we run errands around town. Whenever Bryson sees it, he excitedly yells, "Chuck E. Mouse! Can we go to Chuck E. Mouse's house?" I love that he still calls it Chuck E. Mouse, and I find myself encouraging him by saying it too. He's outgrown almost all of his other baby words like calling firetrucks "firewheels"and all animals "kitty", so I like that he still has this one word that he says with his own special twist.
Today we finished up our errands early, so I gave in to a trip to Chuck E. Cheese. Chuck E. himself came out and walked around, greeting all the children. When Bryson saw him, he literally ran the distance of the restaurant with his arms open wide, screaming, "Chuck E. Mouse!" When he finally reached him, he gave him a huge bear hug. It was the CUTEST thing!!! (I laughed later when a boy twice his age ran in the opposite direction because he was afraid of him!) I love life through little boys' eyes!!!
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