I was in my room reading tonight and Crewe crept in for the millionth time, "Mom, is it dinner yet?"
Still reading. Not dinner time.
"I need milk." Jumping on my legs.
"I think dinner is almost ready."
Still reading. I'm still in my self imposed time out.
Playing with my hair, jumping on the bed.
FINALLY. Crewe throws his head down on my book and just stares at me.
"Could you be more irritating?" I finally demanded.
Holy Crap. He is turning into me. I have on more than one occasion bugged my dad while he was reading. I pull the book out of his hands, pull his bookmark out, put my large head on his book. And this was in July when I saw him.
Yes, we could be more irritating.