Lincoln Arms

There is a sign on Clayton Road in front of an apartment building reading "Lincoln Arms." We pass by this sign often. The first time I told Lincoln about "his" sign was maybe about a year ago and he thought it was pretty cool to have his own sign. The next time we drove by it, several weeks later, he shouted, "Hey! Look, it's my sign! LINCOLN...hmm...finger. No, that's not right. Oh, yeah LINCOLN ARMS!"

Everytime we've driven past since, he exclaims (sometime mid sentence), "Oh! There's my sign." Boone has recently begun echoing, "There's MY sign!" (You know that 90's movie Sandlot?  Remember the brothers Timmy and Tommy Timmons and how Tommy repeats everything Timmy says? Well, that's who they are.)

Last week, we were about to pass said sign again, and as we approached, Lincoln pointed out that we need to find Boone his own sign. "Mom, maybe we can find a sign that says, hmm...'Boone HEAD!', okay?"

We're approaching Lincoln Arms. Lincoln: "THERE IT IS! My sign." A minute goes by in silence, we've long passed the sign. Suddenly, Boone squeals and points to a random street sign, "BOONE HEAD!!! BOONE HEAD!! There's my sign! Hee hee hee."