call 911 and get grandma...

Ryker and I have been working on pirate decorations for his fourth birthday bash.

"Mom!" he calls, distraught and breathless. "Call 911 and get Grandma!"

"Why? What happened?" I ask, running.

"Because we have a problem and Grandma Tim needs to stitch it up." He is holding a piece of pirate fabric with holes in it (so much for a designer table runner). Who gave the kid scissors anyway?

Later, Ryan and Ryker are searching the Internet for pirate vocabulary. Ryker is calling again but this time he is hugely disgusted with something. As cool as it was, Daddy didn't think he needed to order the pirate sticker collection.

"Moooom, Dad won't yisten to me. Will you talk to him...because it is really hard!" No comment from Mom but a really big silly grin.


Grandma Tim said...

Thats my boy!!!!