Green Burrito

Dylan,

You have a green towel with a sewn on hood that was given to you as a baby gift by Dad's Uncle Joe and Aunt Dawn. After your evening shower or bath, we drape the hood over your wet blond hair and wrap you up. Then we scoop you up and carry you to the bed where your jammies are waiting. Dad's been wrapping you up this way since the early days, though it's easier now as you are more than capable of standing while we do it.

A few weeks ago when I did this, I called you my little green burrito, and asked you if I could have a bite. After all, there are few things more precious than a freshly bathed toddler wrapped in a towel. I recall some pretty cute pictures of myself in that state, and come to think of it, once we cover up the blond hair there's quite a bit of resemblance. But I digress...

You obliged my request so I scooped your burrito'd self into my arms and proceeded to dive my face into your towel wrapped tummy, saying "yum yum yum yum". You immediately started to giggle and then full blown laughter ensued. When I stopped, you insisted on another bite.

Well...OK

Now each night you patiently wait for Dad to wrap you in your towel, knowing this is what transforms you into the green burrito. Wherever I am in the house, Dad will track me down, little green burrito in arms, so you can offer me a bite. Based on the anticipation I see on your face, and the response I get, I don't think this routine will get old to you anytime soon.

Love,
Mom (keeper of the worlds best burrito)