WILLIAMISM du jour:
William drops his drink box on the car floor and cannot retrieve it from the confines of his car seat. He begins to whine. And whine.
Grandma: “William, you just dropped your drink box on the floor. It’s NOT the end of the world.”
The litany suddenly screeches to a halt.
My son lowers his voice and inquires, rather seriously,
“Is it the BEGINNING of the world?”
!!!
(Mama: “I SAID, don’t touch that poster, it’s an antique!” This little jig was his response to THAT one. Ha. To be THREE!)
“I’m WILLIAM. W-I-L-L-I-A-M. My favorite number is THREE. Because I’m THREE!”
I’m gonna gitcha, MAMA!
