I have to tell you how my four year old nephew is a kick. in. the pants. On Saturday after I had a haircut from hell I went to my parents for dinner. As for the haircut, all you have to know is I was at the salon for two and a half hours and ended leaving before she was finished and styling it myself at home. It was tragic.
Anyway, it was a good thing I had fun plans afterwards because I was in one hell of a pissy mood. After I vented to Chuckles, and my mom…and my sister…and my dad I was finally ready to enjoy the delicious homemade lasagna my mom had made. So…right…I didn’t really want to bore you with my whining – I wanted to share the hilarity that is my nephew. (At least I think he’s hilarious…I could be biased though.)
So I sat next to him at dinner, which started with him wanting salad or, more specifically, the crunchy things. LOTS OF CRUNCHY THINGS. Screw the lettuce. Later my dad was trying to get Jared to eat more of his lasagna and Jared was getting tired of it so he told Grandpa that he KNEW the lasagna was good. Sheesh. To which my dad said well you should tell Grandma you like it. So Jared turned to my mom and said, “Grandma it is gooder than good!” The little kiss ass. He knows how to get an extra brownie. My sister had promised him that if he ate enough dinner he could have dessert, which pretty much put him over the moon.
A little later as my sister and I were talking very animatedly about this girl at her high school Jared very loudly announced that he had lots of things he needed to say. Erin told him he had to choose only one thing to say and then he had to go play. Jared took a deep breath and then said, “It is very important that I say that everybody is going to get dessert when they finish dinner and you have to come and tell me IMMEDIATELY when it is time for dessert.” He then got down from the table and started running around the house while singing the same two lines from Mamma Mia over and over and over again:
Mamma Mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist him?
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I <3 ABBA.
My niece used to act out and get annoying when the grown ups where talking but my BIL taught her to ask politely to change the subject. It's so cute to hear her say "excuse me, can we talk about kid things now?"
So adorable! I love kid stories. I'm such a sap.
And of course it's never ever necessary to remind them when it's dessert time. I'm sure he checked back a half dozen times before you broke out the ice cream.
i love nieces & nephews, they say and do the cutest things. i could go on forever about mine, especially when they do things like this. they pick up the most random stuff
Now I want lasagna.
and a brownie.
SO cute!
Sorry about the bad haircut. Those are worse than a bad therapy session!
New hairstylists are so frightening to me that I have panic attacks going for the first time. Sorry.
What a cutie pie!!! How can anyone resist him???
MMMmmm...crutons.
Jared sounds awesome.
I have searched and searched for the Bothell cheerleader pics and come up completely empty. I bet they were gooder than good, too.
Ah, kids are funny :)
That's adorable! Nephews are the best!
It is very important that I say that everybody is going to get dessert when they finish dinner and you have to come and tell me IMMEDIATELY when it is time for dessert.
I guess that I don't have to tell you that his announcement really was more important than talking about what's her name. I mean, it's dessert for goodness sake!!
hahah oooh man I love when kids say crazy things. they don't have half a clue how funny they are.
Kids crack me up. They are always good for a laugh, and labor. I kid! Love Abba too.
Sooo adorable!!
This reminds me of a time I got in a cab and the very macho looking cab driver was blasting ABBA - the whole way home. It was great
That is wicked funny!
What I really want to know more about is the brownies.
HOW WERE THE BROWNIES???
This child is obviously "unique" enough to be part of the same gene pool as you.
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