On Sunday, Kenna was in fine form bossing all of us around. Her request for breakfast went something like this: “Mom, make me breakfast.” When I didn’t respond – it was simply the same request louder and louder and louder. I happened to be on the phone with her Grandma and Grandpa at the time. When Grandma heard her “request” – her comment was that she sounded like a little dictator.
I went to share this little funny with Alan (who was still lazing around in bed) and Kenna came in to say hi. When she heard what Grandma had called her she said “I’m not a tater!” When we laughed, she got even more indignant and said “I’m NOT a tater tot!!”
Whatever you say my little Tater Tot!
