My little cousin David has… an incredible sense of humor, and he uses it to get into all sorts of trouble. He has been this way from day one. He was an early talker (especially for a boy!).
One evening, my aunt had her inlaws staying over. The three kids had been put to bed and all was well… everyone hit the hay, but around 1am, David woke up and started crying and wailing for his mom. His older sister got my aunt, who calmed David down, and things were fine again.
The following morning, gramma asks David, at breakfast. “David, why were you crying in the middle of the night?”
In his great one and a half year old wisdom, David gives her this “DUH!” look, raises an eyebrow and says, “I’m the baby. It’s what I DO.”
I love this kid. He’s an adult trapped in a first grader body now… This was the same kid who, at around 10 months, was in my arms (yay for that “hip hold” one develops when hanging out with young kids) as I was making coffee and while I was pouring the water into the coffee maker, he pointed to the water and said, “Look! FISH!” and laughed as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever though or heard. I have to admit, it was pretty darn funny