December 30th 2006 8:58 pm
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Max: Happy Birfday to me! Happy Birfday to me! Happy Birfday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Happy Birfday to me!! It's my birfday!
Me: Hey there, Maxi! Today's your birthday!! Can you believe it? You're three years old!
Max: Can I have a hot dog?
Me: So, what should we do today? The weather looks good--a bit cold, but good.
Max: Really, just one hot dog? Please?
Me: I have to do some stuff around the house, but keep thinking about what you want.
Max: A hot dog. That's all I want. A hot dog...or maybe two?
Me: I know! How about a cookie?
Max: Um, no. A hot dog.
Now, I know at this point Max wants a hot dog. You see, he's been sitting directly in front of the refrigerator door with his nose on the handle. This is the first clue. However, I love to tease him :)
Me: Oooooooh, how about some spaghetti??!!
Max: Hot dog!
Me: Oooooooh, I have a special treat for you! How about a can of cat food!!
Max: I just want a stinkin' hot dog. Please, crazy woman. Just one hot dog.
For the next five or so minutes, I walk around the kitchen asking Max if he wants any random box or can of food I can find. Most of which he had no idea what it was. I found it comical that he didn't move his nose from the handle of the refrigerator. Finally, his birthday prank needed to come to and end.
Me: Oh, ok, ok. I know what you want...
Max: No, I don't think you do, psycho.
Me: Do you want a HOT DOG??
At this point, Max takes off running around like a rabid dog! He's foaming at the mouth and barking up a storm. He is completely out of control! He finally comes to a stand still when he notices I have a hot dog in my hand. He stops, sits, shakes and trembles, whines, and "waits" for me to give him a hot dog. I tossed it into the air, and he snatched it up in a nano-second.
Happy Birthday, you big goof. I love you!
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