About 6:30 Sunday morning, I woke up to Tiny screaming in bed. I ran across the hall to calm him down and to prevent him from waking his brother's up. So I start with the whole "Tiny calm down, it's ok, stop crying", and so on. Well then I realize that he is still sleeping, and once I stop to listen to him, I hear him scream "No Owen, I wanted the other half of my sandwich! That was my sandwich!!"
Leave it to my kid to not only dream about food, but to yell at the person who took said food. Just like his old man.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment