B-A-S-K-A-T-I-E

Usually Ryan and I carpool to and from work together.  This works out nicely to save gas and gives us some time to chat with each other and with the kids.  We swing by Center #1 and pick up Nick and then over to pick up Lauren at Center #2.  Routinely the kids are both in the car by about 5:40 pm.  Routinely each kid asks what we are having for dinner during the drive.  Last evening was no exception, well, except that Lauren asked upon pick up.  I answered quickly by telling her we were having spaghetti with italian sausage for dinner.

Lauren:  Baskatie!  I love baskatie!
Me:  Great!  I know! 

We get into the car and Lauren tells Nick we are having 'baskatie!'.  Nick agrees that's a good choice.  I smile at Ryan.

A few minutes go by and Nick asks again:  What are we having for dinner?
Lauren: Baskatie!
Ryan:  What are we having for dinner, Nick?
Nick:  Baskatie.
Me:  giggle giggle
Ryan:  Do you like that for dinner, Nick?
Nick:  yes
Ryan:  How do you spell that?
Nick:  B-A-S-K-A-T-I-E

Classic.  Ryan and I both giggled over this.  Neither one of us could correct him or Lauren because it was just too cute.  They are growing up way too fast, and I'm not sure how many similar cute things we still get to experience.