Slowly, slowly

Troy loves chocolate milk. He likes to have a glass with his dinner every night. Unfortunately, if we give him the entire glass at once, he’ll gulp it down in one breath, and he’ll be too full to eat his food. So, my wife has taken to making the milk, a combination of chocolate Pediasure powder and white milk, in a separate container and then pouring a little at a time into Troy’s glass. The mixture requires her to shake the bottle to mix up the powder and the milk.

She’s quite vigorous with her shaking, and Troy will break eye contact with the TV, look over at her, hold up his hand, and say, “Slowly, slowly.” My wife will laugh and slow down the shaking. And then Troy will say, “Faster, faster!” So, my wife will shake it aggressively again. “Now, slowly, slowly.” Shake…shake…shake. “Now, faster, faster!” ShakeShakeShake. Back and forth like this until the mixture is complete. He’s so funny. Where does he come up with these things?!

UPDATE:  We were riding in the car today, and my wife got stuck behind someone who either didn't understand the concept of a gas pedal or just had no intention of using it. In her frustration, she whipped into the other lane, stepped on the gas, and passed him. From the back seat, Troy immediately said, "Be careful, mama. Slowly, slowly." So, I guess he has more than one applicable use for this phrase. I laughed, because it reminded me of my own mother telling me not to speed whenever I was leaving and heading back to college.