Delicious

My son is talking a lot more. It’s awesome, though a lot of it is nonsense, backwards. He keeps flipping syllables and intentions. When someone laughs, for example, he says they’re “tickling.” This morning, however, he said to me:

Mama? I would like a delicious cup of water.

I knew he was talking about the form of the cup. He has a special vessel for water. One that’s a bottle with unicorns. The other, simply “delicious.”

A delicious form. If only.