Today for lunch, Daddy got me a cheeseburger. I was eating it and it broke in half. Let me tell you, I was not a happy camper. Earlier this morning Mommy gave me a granola bar and it broke in half too! I started crying and saying, "Broke, broke!" I hate it when my food breaks. Well, after about 20 minutes of me crying at lunch because of my broken cheeseburger, Mommy thought she could fix it by getting a new bun out of the pantry for me. She did, but no fooling me. I knew that the hamburger patty was still, "broke!"Here is the video of me and my broken burger.
This is me building my blocks. Daddy and Mommy thought it was funny because sometimes when I stacked them, I counted: "3, 2, 5." Totally out of order, but I tried!
3 comments:
I remember when I visited in July and you did the same thing... The problem was, if you remember, that Grandma broke your cheeseburger on purpose thinking it would make it easier for you to eat. I'll never do that again !!! You have to understand that your sandwich will still taste the same even if it is broken. Do you have new curtains in your dining room? I LOVE YOU
Poor Eli, you look so heartbroken. I think Daddy should run right out and buy you another hamburger that isn't broken. You are so sweet you deserve it. Love you baby. Grandma Kathy
I don't know how I missed the video of you stacking your blocks. You have really good hand eye coordination. Good Job! And you do a great job at demolition as well! Love you bunches. Grandma Kathy
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