Wm woke up from nap, said "I'm hungry," and ate a huge bowl of pretzels. Still said he was hungry. So he ate rice. Still hungry. Tacos. Still hungry. Cherries. Still hungry. Chocolate treat. Then I go, "how are you feeling, buddy?" and he goes, "Good. Why?" He's BACK, ladies and gentleman! He's upstairs creating a lego masterpiece. After the initial fright, I called Steve all in a panic and he came home from work. By the time he walked in, Wm was running around as normal. So Steve thinks I'm crazy. But I did get to witness this conversion...
Wm: Daddy, will you come build legos with me?
Steve: Sure. Just let me finish this email.
Wm: So...what you're saying, really, is that that email is more important to you than me?
Steve: [bewildered] Wait. What? NO. What? It would just take...one...minute. It's not...what?
Me: [laughing my butt off] He just pulled out the big guns on you, right there.
Wm: [looking cute]
Steve: OK...let's go.
Wm's Brain: I win...I always win. These humans are starting to bore me.
UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: It was all a ruse. Wm is sicker than ever. :( The puke bucket has been unearthed and Wm is a sad, sad little boy.
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