Dinner time at our house is usually one of two things: frustrating or enjoyable. Sometimes it's nice and we all eat and talk and listen to Grant tell us what he did at school that. Sometimes, its less than nice because Grant eats at the table with us now (instead of a high chair) and is learning to eat without a bib. He gets distracted and food ends up anywhere except where it should be. It's not always funny.
Last night was funny. I made BLT's and some potatoes. Grant isn't a big sandwich fan in the traditional sense. He likes to pull them apart and eat them little by little. We always try to tell him "eat it like a sandwich" but he rarely does. Grant's was done first to cool down enough so he was already stationed at the table chowing down when Husband sat down.
Grant *to Husband*: "You need to let it cool down. It's too hot. Let it cool down."
Husband *waiting patiently for 30 seconds*: "Now?"
So Husband waits another minute or so and then picks up his BLT.
Grant *picking apart his BLT and then points at Husband*: "Hey. Hey. Eat it like a sammich."
This kid cracks me up!