Ope it

I ran a few errands this afternoon while Sam was napping and picked up a toy golf set while I was out. It was leaning against the wall next to the back door and caught his eye the second he came down the stairs. "Ope it? Ope it?" We opened it right away and went outside to play for a while.

After we came back inside, we were all sitting in the office when Sam saw a box of cookie cutters that I got while I was out. He immediately started his chant: "Ope it? Ope it? Ope it? Ope it? Ope it?" I tried to explain that they are not toys and that we would be making cookies soon, but not today. Yeah, right. Like you can explain that to a two year old. The chant continued ... "Ope it? Ope it? Ope it?"

Chris left after two minutes. I continued to ignore Sam with the focus of a zen master. "Ope it? Ope it? Ope it?"

Five minutes later, he stopped. He was silent for a few seconds, then said, "that's Mommy's toy, huh?"