G: I'm from Germany
Me: Yep.
G: And E
Me: Yep.
G: and Dad, and You
Me: Yep.
G: AND KITTY!!!
umm...I guess.
I also told him that in England people say things like, "Cheerio," which led to this conversation:
Me: Your uncle served a mission there. You should go up to him and say, "Cheerio!"
G: "No, I don't want to hurt his feelings."
And now for our confession. Yes, be jealous, our family now holds the dubious honor of having the only kid that I know of in the last year and a half that I've been in Primary to have peed his pants during class. Of course, it was just me and the boys at church so I got to deal with this all by myself. Yeah!! On our trip home with him pantsless and a bizarre snow shower taking place I asked him if he had gone to the potty when he woke up or if he had fibbed. His response? "I fibbed." Shocking.
Finally, E has graciously agreed to a brief interview so we can all get to know him better.
Me: So, today you were not held for approximately 30 minutes while I tried to sew something. What was that like?
E: Well I'm pretty sure you already know that it was sheer torture.
Me: For everyone who wasn't there, could you describe how you like to deal with such traumatic events?
E: Sure. I like to start out with about five minutes of quiet to create false expectations, after which I like to whine, then whimper, cry, and eventually finish by screaming.
Me: And do you find this method effective?
E: Oh yes. I highly recommend it to any baby not being held.
Me: Thank you!
E: Of course! It's always good to get the attention that I deserve.
