your child is showing early signs of being a dc area native when at two years old he requests crabs for dinner.
on the ride home one recent evening…
dutch: mama, i want trabs.
mama: what dutch? [turning down the radio ’cause he’s talking so daggone low.] i can’t understand you, honey, speak up!
dutch: i want trabbbbbbbbbbbbbs!!
mama: oh, crabs?
mama: well honey, we don’t have crabs at home, but how about i make you some fish sticks?
we were riding for a couple minutes when we landed right near a red lobster.
dutch: right dere, mama. i want trabs.
mama: oh dutch, that’s not a crab, that’s a lobster.
dutch: i want a lobser.
mama: yeah, i bet.