Andy crawled into bed with Nana this morning for an early morning cuddle and chat. Nana soon discovered he had an agenda. Per Nana, the conversation went a little something like this...
[Chatter about stuff]
ANDY: Nana, are you my mom's mom?
NANA: Yes, I am.
[More chatter about stuff, wheels clearly still turning in Andy's little mind]
ANDY: Does that mean you are in charge of my mom?
NANA: I am pretty much in charge of everyone.
(Nobody will question the authenticity of this story, since clearly that last statement is vintage Nana)
ANDY: Nana, since you are in charge of my mom, can you please make her let me play Lego Batman more?
Boy, are we in trouble! For the record, Nana, not a fan of video games, denied the request. Andy's furrowed brow and generally put-out disposition did not mask his disappointment well. Though he is clearly honing those manipulative skills, he has some work to do on his follow-up.
