August 6, 2012 by mamacravings
“Oh, Mama!,” Eli practically fell into my lap. He wriggled and flailed about. His hand fell across his forehead.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Mama, I’s so *hungrin’! I just so really, really hungrin’! Listen. Listen to your ears!” He clicked his tongue again his teeth.
“‘Dat’s my tummy. It’s ‘da hungrin’ scary monster! Rawr!!!!”
I couldn’t help but giggle. He sighed in exasperation. How silly of his mama to laugh at such a serious matter.
I asked what his hungry tummy wanted to eat.
“Well, my Mama, I wantsth orange juice. It’s orange, stickies and *gi-gish-ous! Hungrin tummy, you wansth orange juice? Yesth? Oh, okay. Say puhwease! Mama, we say puhwease to ‘da orange juice.”
After such a performance, how could I deny a “so really. really hungrin'” tummy his orange juice.
*hungrin’: hungry *gi-gish-ous: delicious