Game On

So, our two-and-a-half year old is learning how to play us. Me, in particular, actually. No less than three times in the last week he has asked Daddy for something and--after deciding he didn't like Daddy's answer--came to ask Mommy who was in a different room. Wow. Really? Does it really start this early??? Apparently so.

He's also learned that crying (wailing like an infant, is more like it) receives almost immediate attention. This one he learned from his baby sister.

Then there is his new wake up routine. The last few times that he's woken up earlier than usual from a nap or in the morning, I just let him babble and play in his bed. Then he says it. The words that would make any good Mama Bird rush to the aid of her Baby Bird: "Mommy, Bogan's hungy." (He still hasn't mastered his r's.) Ugh. Be still my heart. What Mommy would deny her famished offspring nourishment? So, yes, that does it. Between knowing that he's hungry and not wanting him to get too loud and wake up his sister in the adjacent room, I'm in there in a flash.

Checkmate.