He studied his outfit, not sure whether to agree or hate. A white T shirt with a dinosaur and white booties. It wasn't too stylish, but the whites matched pretty well. Okay, he liked it. It'd do.

Terri could giggle at the T nonstop. A T-Rex doing pushups... Nice.

She then went around to pack a bag, gathering his pacifier, a blankie, a variety of mashed snacks, a few toys, a towel and other essentials.

"Kurtie!" he heard his mommy say. He turned around.

She took him out to the deck and placed him down. He crawled around, making his way down the ramp and to the yard. He fell on his tush and began yanking grass.

She stretched out a red Convaid Cruiser (yes, teen/adult strollers exist! Convaid Cruisers are comfy!). She then went out to the yard to get him, since calling his name didn't work.

Kurt was being strapped in to this thing. Like the car seat, the harness buckled around his chest and up his crotch, very securing. But somehow a little comfortable.

There were feet straps, but she would leave them undone. She wouldn't take away his joyous right to kick his feet, of which right he would find a way to abuse.

She slowly took him He blew spit bubbles and grew lazy, cramped and forced against the cushion seat. Being lazy meant lounging back and drooping eyes and lips.

He gulped in fresh air and bright sun, often giggling and cooing from the perfect stimulation. Although, he'd been glad to arrive home soon, where his mommy would sit him down for playtime.

First he would need some apple juice. "Apby, Momby, apby!"

"What, Kurtie?"

"Apby, apby, apby!"

She could hear the heavy in his voice so it was obvious that he was thirsty. She went for a sippy cup filled with grape juice.

He grabbed it for a big gulp. But it was not apple juice! This was sour and thick and harsh on his throat. He threw the sippy cup, then puffed out his cheeks and began to cry. He would just cry until this was fixed. "Apby, abpy, aabbppyyyy!"

So Kurt didn't like grape juice apparently.

Terri could not understand him through the crying and screaming. For starters, she would grab his sippy cup and try to indicate an issue.

"Noooo!" he shrilled at the sight of it, recognizing the purple color. "I wun apby!"

Though she would praise him for an unusually long phrase, she was also concerned for him. "What, Kurtie?"

He decided that demanding would not solve his issue, so instead he crawled to the kitchen. He wasn't sure where exactly he would find it at. Maybe the big white thing over there, since his mommy always seemed to get in there before his meals...

Terri caught him wobbled on his knees and tugging the fridge door. She chuckled, "Now Kurtie wants somefing in heres, hmm?"

As his mommy opened the door for him, he stumbled back. His eyes wandered around the gorgeous mass of food. He wasn't sure what it all was, but it was colorful and yummy smelling. But where...? "Apby? Apby shoosh?"

"You want appy juice, sweetie? Is that what you want?"

"Abpy!" He followed her to the counter, where she poured a sippy cup for him. It made him coo. He shouted "Momby!" and gave grabby hands.

She gave him the cup for him to suck the juice down like a vacuum. To his want, she lifted him up and cuddled him before returning him to the living room.