The MAGIC Word

Today as I am unloading and putting away groceries, Noah keeps whining for some Star Wars fruit snacks. (The kid has not even seen Star Wars yet, but the robots and light sabers definitely caught his eye today at the store.) I am knee high in plastic bags and trying to get the cold stuff put into the fridge so I keep telling him, "Just a minute, Noah."

Of course, the begging continues as I ignore his pleas...

"MOM! I WANT SOME FRUIT SNACKS!"

So Abby decides to step in and says, "Noah, what is the magic word?"

"RUMPEL-STIL-STIN!" he blurts out.

Such a jokester, that boy of mine. :)