My Hoobie!

Trevor was sitting not so cooperatively in time out last night. I walked by him to go to the office and behind me I hear, "HOOBIE!" (We call hooded sweatshirts Hoodies, and he says it with a "b", so it's hoobie.) I turn around and bust out laughing when I see him. He has pulled his shirt over his head, with the ingenious idea that now he has a 'hoobie'. He thought he was so clever and was so proud of himself. The way he said it was with surprise and pride at the same time. And he looked so ridiculous, I couldn't really keep it to myself. Steve was laughing in the kitchen. So much for the timeout. Trevor won that one.