Popeyes Please!

   This morning Kal-el had a rather unusual request. I started my day off with a warm bath. Our original intentions were to try and make it to church despite Chris's all nighter on a train. While I was trying to enjoy my bath Kal-el kept walking back and forth to the bathroom. I could tell my his demeaner that he was in rare form. He looked down and ask me about my "big scratch" (my c-section scar). I told him thats where the doctor cut Logan out of a few months ago. Kal-el didn't like this response and after a little thought on the matter he declared "Logan mean, I spank him!" I told him thats where HE himself came from and he had to be cut out the same way. He seemed to think when it involved him the same story and manner of birth was actually hysterical.  Little meany lol :) He left the bathroom a few minutes later carrying a few things in this arms that I assumed were his toys. A few seconds later I here Chris wake up out of a sound sleep and shout..."what is going on?!" Ok so thats not exactly how he worded it at the time but you get the idea. I walked in our bedroom..hot relaxing bath interrupted...to find my husband... not so relaxed and covered in water..along with our sheets, pillows etc. Seconds later I find our first born superhero huddled in a corner laughing and still armed with his weapons of choice. Water toys from the bath were gripped tightly in his little hands.  I should of known something was off when I bathed and there were ZERO toys surrounding me. By the time all the commotion settled we would have been more than just a little late for church.  We opted to stay home and figure out what we wanted to do for lunch. Here enters Kal-el's odd request. Chris asked him if he was hungry. His reply was "Yes, Daddy I'm hungry eat Popeyes. Kal-el eat popeyes. Chris and I both laughed...mainly because Super has NEVER had Popeyes in his life. We really doubted he even knew what it was. I looked over at Chris and said "Oh I think he's saying he wants a POPTART" This interpretation was met with an unknown flying object that missed my face by mere inches and a frustrated toddler protest..."No No No Kal-el NO want pop tart MOMMA" Sheesh..ok...OK. Chris asked him again what he was hungry for. This time he simply looked up and smiled and announced "Chicken!...Popeeye's puleeze" The rest of the story is history. We ended up having lunch at Popeye's Chicken. Nannie and Poppa even joined us. Very random Sunday lunch. We never go there but somehow my child..who is not really around anyone but me most days ..got in his head that he NEEDED to have chicken from there today. All I can come up with is perhaps he's seen a commercial. It's hard to say because I really don't recall seeing one lately. Once we got there he manged to eat his ENTIRE meal of FOUR chicken tenders, fries , and a biscuit. I guess he knew what he wanted. He pays attention to much more than we realise. I'm almost scared to ask him what he wants for dinner tonight ;)