We are a married couple who adopted our little Russky, Nikita {aka Nicky, Nicky noodle, little man, Nikoli, the Nickster, crazy dude, goofball, puppy love, etc...you get the picture!} from St Petersburg, Russia four years ago. Join us as we stumble through the joys and perils of parenthood, while our son teaches us a few things along the road...


Random Nicky

The other day we went to the gym, where Nicky happyily played with his new "girlfriend", Emily.  He definitely has a penchant for blondes...I suppose I should be flattered, but why am I jealous my son is always checking out all these other cute chicks?!  I guess that's an issue to over-analyze at a later point.

Anyway...as we left the gym, we all talked about how hungry we were, and what we should do for lunch.  Daddy and I both said a salad or sammie (sandwich) sounded good.  Nicky chimed in and said he wanted "um...bread...and um...turkey...and...cheese".  Perfect.  Sammies it would be.  Then he asked us if we would be eating at home or at a "renstraun".  We told him at a "renstraun" (more funner to say it his way...LOL!). 

We started to pull out of the parking lot and Nicky looked over at two renstrauns (a drive-thru taco joint and a KFC - which - why are there always tempting renstrauns by gyms anyway?!).  He pointed and said with his nose scrunched up, shaking his head, "we no eat at dat renstraun.  right momma?  dat fat food."

After our giggles subsided, I agreed, that no, we're not going to eat at that renstraun because it's fat food.  I guess at some point we drove by similar renstrauns and I told him that we don't eat fast food (which is mostly true) and he heard what he heard.  Gotta hand it to him, he's right...what's the point of coming out of the gym, only to go and stuff ourselves with fat food?!

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