Tristan is smart. All I have to do is get near the exit gate to off-base and he knows exactly where we're going. He always chimes in "puppies and noodles." As a family, we enjoy going off-base and going to the local mall. However, we have a ritual for this particular mall (visit puppies and eat ramen). The mall has a pet store right inside the entrance. We always have to go inside and see the puppies first.
After we see the puppies, he knows exactly where we head next, up the "weeeee" as he calls it, us adults call it an escalator, and then the food court. Tristan and I always order the same thing, an adult ramen and a kid ramen. My wife, depending on her mood, gets ramen with us or gets Pepper Lunch (very delicious meat/rice shop).
He's always so excited when we go get "noodles" and won't be quiet til the noodles are in his mouth or as he calls it his "mouf." The kid's a garbage disposal. Always finishing every single noodle plus the broth. I actually think he enjoys the broth more since he complains more about his spoon than his fork. The kid is hilarious.
He is the love of my life... always making me laugh with the stuff he says, hence the namesake of this blog. This is for you little man.
Tristan's Daddy
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