Schwashage

There are times I needing cheering up and my kids never fail me. This week-end, Li'l Man came to tell me that CG had made breakfast. There was going to be pancakes and "scwashage." It was so adorable hearing him say sausage that I admit I made him say it over and over, until he was a little miffed. He thought I was laughing at him. Well, I was laughing, but more for the shear joy that there was still a bit of baby left in my little man:

To get this audio, we had to send the older kids out of the house and only then would he agree to leave Dad's phone a "schwashage" voicemail. Ahhhh...What parents will do for cheap entertainment.

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 9:27 PM