We were sitting at the dinner table in the kitchen when Maxfield heard the icemaker drop a tray of ice. Maxfield loves ice. He loves playing with it and he loves eating it and he loves making a a mess with it.
"Iise Mom-Mee, Iise?"
"No Max. Eat your dinner."
"Iise Dad-Dee, Iise?"
"No Maxfield. No ice."
After realizing that he could not play Lauren and I against each other he tried a different approach. He looked over his entire body, searching. He settled on his knee which was unmarked and pointed at it.
"Boo boo? Boo boo. Iise." Max said.
Lauren laughed, "You don't have a boo boo. Let's eat."
Max got louder. "Boo boo IISE!"
"Maxfield, you do not have a boo boo." I said. "We are not getting you ice."
"Boo boo?" He said in almost a whimper.
Lauren shook her head. "No Boo Boo."
Maxfield looked at Lauren, looked at me and then back to Lauren. You could see something click in his head. He bent his arm out in front of him so his hand was touching his shoulder. He raised his elbow above his head and slammed it against the table. Hard. He winced and then pointed to elbow and said, "Boo Boo!"
Lauren and I practically fell out of our chairs laughing. Of course I got him ice. Not for his boo boo, but for his ingenuity.