So tonight my daughter announced to me as I walked in the door.

“I’ma have Cacaos.”

“Cocoa?”

“No, mees having pack-os”

“Huh?”

She then points to a taco box and it suddenly dawns on dim-ol-daddy.  She’s gonna have tacos.  And she was pretty excited about it.

Now this is the third time we have had taco night with her.  The first night she did pretty good.  The second time, not so much.  Hopefully, her excitement would translate to good eating.  And it did.  She did great. And instead of taking the taco apart and eating just the shell, she ate it just like a sandwich.  Pretty proud papa.  Even more so when she asked for a second one.  Parenting win!!!