A couple days ago, after Mackenzie ate her standard morning bowl of cereal, she clearly wanted something else. I had no clue what she wanted because she kept saying “wack,” “wack,” over and over. I tried to figure out what she wanted, and none of the words I said were what she wanted. I said “walk?” And she said “walk?” while making a disgusted face at me. “Wack!”
I finally distracted her with juice and all was well.
But this morning, after her cereal, she started saying “wack” again. I finally asked her to “show me,” and took her into the kitchen. “Thow?” she asked. “Show mama the wack,” I said.
The mystery has been solved. “Wack” is actually snack. She wanted a granola bar.
And… because I simply can’t resist: Snack is Wack. That is all.