Sto­ry­time

When this lit­tle tyke spoke for the first time, he of­fered Mommy and Daddy some food for thought!

Our Canada - - Contents - by Donna J. Smit, Saint John, N. B.

Once upon a time, there was a lit­tle boy named Mor­ris. Mor­ris was 1½ years old. One morn­ing, he was sit­ting in his high chair. His mommy was try­ing to help him eat his break­fast. “Here, Mor­ris. Eat your ce­real.”

Mor­ris shook his head no. He blew bub­bles with his lips. (Do you think he wanted his ce­real? Nooo…)

“Try your egg. It’s very good.” Mor­ris shook his head no. He blew bub­bles with his lips. (Do you think he wanted his egg? Nooo…)

“Eat your toasties,” said Mommy. “Eat them all. Yum-yum!”

Mor­ris shook his head no. He blew bub­bles with his lips. (Do you think he wanted his toasties? Nooo…)

Mommy put her hands on her hips. “What­ever will I feed you, Mor­ris?” she asked. Mor­ris looked up at Mommy. “Pea burr,” he said.

“Mor­ris!” she ex­claimed. “You said your first word—peanut but­ter! I have to call Daddy at the of­fice.” The sec­re­tary an­swered. “Good morn­ing.” Mor­ris’ mommy said, “Pea burr, pea burr!” “Par­don me?” asked the sec­re­tary. Mommy said, “Please put Mor­ris’ daddy on the phone.”

“Good morn­ing.” It was Daddy’s big voice talk­ing to Mommy.

“Pea burr,” said Mommy. “Mor­ris said his first word!” “Oh my,” replied Daddy. “I’ll be right home.” He grabbed his coat, turned to his sec­re­tary and said, “Pea burr.”

He drove home, re­peat­ing “pea burr” the whole way. When he got to the house he ran up­stairs. Mor­ris was still sit­ting in his high chair. “Hey buddy,” said Daddy, “say your first word —say your first word for Daddy.”

“Scagetti,” said Mor­ris.

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