Pawpee, muhic

E awoke bright and early yesterday morning and I rather blearily went to his room to fetch him. I said "good morning" or something along those lines. E said "pawpee, muhic".

Huh? I squinted my barely awake eyes at him and tried to translate. "Puppy"? What is "muhic"?

E repeated the combo a few times before it dawned on me.

Party. Music.

Last night was the first Summer Fest of the year. The city closed off a couple of streets downtown and brought in a couple of bands.

E had a great time. He did a little dancing. A little snacking on crackers and honey. A little flirting with a little girl.

As I put him down for his nap yesterday, he told me "nap. pawpee". As in first nap, then party right Mom? I convinced him that we don't get to go to a party every day and now his new mantra is "pawpee, do weeks".

Actually, he only has to wait until Friday. The summer pawpee season has begun!