It's Not What I want, It's What He Wants... Honest.

We were at the party store last week getting the last few things we needed for Mia's birthday party when we passed by a little, brightly colored, plastic parrot on a swing.

Lennon: In a silly little squeeky voice "Take me to the restaurant with you."

Me: "What?"

Lennon: "That parrot is saying, 'Take me to the restaurant with you.' Can we?"

Me: "No, we're not getting that parrot."

Lennon: "Please, take me to the restaurant with you. Take me to the restaurant with you." He wants to come with us.

Of course, it wasn't that Lennon wanted the parrot, the parrot himself really, desperately wanted out of that party store. He was clearly craving Mexican food.