Lately, Riley has become quite impatient while waiting for me to prepare his breakfast/lunch/dinner, even with a sippy full of milk in front of him. So, what the master wants, the master gets.
On this particular day, it was a stack of plastic bowls, the lid to the gyro bowl, one of his snakes, and a blue truck.
He happily played (and drank some of his milk) while I warmed his dinner.
But he was not very happy when I said it was time to clear off his tray so he could eat. Sorry, buddy; those are the rules! You may be the master, but Mama is the grand master.
While he was eating, I just had to snap a close-up of his little feet. Did you notice them crossed in every picture above? So cute.
The next morning, it was his two knit hats that he wanted. Go figure.
I can’t quite decide what he’s thinking in that last picture. He reminds me of either a tiny rapper or a far-out deep thinker type.
Any other thoughts?
4 comments:
He's remembering the French word for chin.
Or he could be relieving hisself HAHA Hugs, Gramsnomea
He's trying to think of another adorably cute thing to do so you take another pic! Should be any moment for our poet.. Think he looks like a poet...
He's saying, "So, Mom, where IS my other head?"
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