Whenever we drive by, Ryan yells out "There's Natty Boh!" If he can't see him, he says "I can't see Natty Boh!" I don't see him yet!" At his old daycare, he could see Natty Boh across the water from the playground. One day while they were all playing outside, he started pointing saying "I see Natty Boh!" His teachers at first did not understand him, and later told me that they tried to think of what he could possibly be saying. They said to each other "He can't be saying Natty Boh." But he was! Now that Ryan is attending a new daycare, we no longer drive by the Natty Boh building on our way to school. No worries, as on our new route, there is a billboard advertisement for a local jeweler, that has a picture of Natty Boh proposing to the Utz potato chip girl....
When we pass this each day, Ryan now says "Look, there's Natty Boh...And Mrs. Boh!" The ironic part of all of this? Tim and I don't even drink Natty Boh beer! :)
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