While chatting at Grandma Alice's place (after getting it decorated for the holidays) Tyler was sitting on my lap and Camilla was playing with a little bean bag cat.
Wanting to show off my boy's mad animal noise skills, I asked, "Tyler, what does a kitty say?"
No response. Too busy in his own little world.
"Tyler, what does a kitty say?"
Still zip. He's practicing selective hearing already. I turn his shoulders to face me and ask one last time, "WHAT DOES A KITTY SAY?!?"
"Nothing."
2 comments:
Too funny! Yep, one smarty pants indeed! :)
Mine boys will never perform on demand either! Funny little man!
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