I was making pancakes when a dejected Little Daddy came strolling into the kitchen and climbed onto our stool. With a pathetic sad little pout he said" Mom, Hannah said I'm wittle." The camera in my heart just clicked away. (He's so stinking cute!!) Serious as could be I answered, "Let me look." I searched him up and down, back and front and carefully examined his hands and feet. But before I could give him my professional mommy opinion, he said sticking out his lower lip in that patented pout,
"It's twue... I'm wittle"
I tried to mother it up, "Well you are littler than Hannah, but you are bigger than Rachel." I said helpfully.
Guess what.. He wasn't buying it.