My nephew, Stewart, is three (!) years old. He is a blond haired, blue eyed little angel. (Except, his mother will tell you that he can sometimes be the contradiction of "angelic". But, mostly, he is a dear when he's over at Granny's house.
He is also very dramatic.
So, today Rachel came over and brought her kiddos. Stewart went upstairs for a while. I was walking through the living room one way as he was coming from upstairs the opposite way. He saw me, and his cute little face gave me a look of complete woe.
"La-la," (That's what he calls me), "Help me, La-la." Was his plaintive cry.
"What do you need?" I asked, thinking that maybe his older brother wasn't letting him play Lego or something to that effect.
He heaved a huge sigh and leaned against the wall as though weak in body and spirit. (He's only three, remember.)
And what did he need?
"Pancakes."
I made them for lunch.
Bwahahahhahahaaa!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious. Stewie kills me. I can just picture it. :D You should have gotten a picture of him eating the pancakes for your blog!
RFLOL! Jessica and I laughed so hard! This reminded us of William! Especially since he (and all the other little ones) call Melissa "Lala." That's her name now. :-)
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