Literally.

I love how literally Camden takes everything these days. Two recent examples added some much-needed comic relief to our long road trip.

Exhibit A:

We were stopped at a Wendy's for dinner and Camden was much more interested in playing with a straw than eating his chicken nuggets. He threw the straw on the floor and then started whining for it to be picked up (don't you just love that game?!). Matt picked up the straw and held on to it. He looked at Camden and said, "I'll give you the straw back if you take a bite." Of course, Matt was referring to Camden's barely-touched nuggets on the table. Camden looked at his daddy curiously, grabbed the straw from Matt's hands, and proceeded to stick the straw in his mouth and attempt to take a bite. After all, isn't that what Daddy requested?

Exhibit B:

On the hellish trip home, it was getting to be way past Camden's bedtime but he still fought sleep with all of his might. Exasperated, I leaned over to him and said, "Buddy, why don't you just try to close your eyes?" Camden thought about this for a second, reached up with a pointer finger on each hand outstretched, and attempted to force his eyelids closed. Not exactly what I had in mind, but I had to praise his listening skills.