He's No Amateur
The line was long, as it always is at Wendy's during lunch. I had driven my parents along with my niece and nephew, Hannah and Peyton, down to Provo for the annual BYU Bookstore visit.
Just as all small children do, Hannah and Peyton had developed a sudden fascination with the order line bars and had allowed their monkey instincts to take over.
Just as all adults do, my parents and I asked them to stop swinging and stand patiently in line. Surprisingly, Hannah obeyed. Peyton, however, continued his monkey behavior.
After a short few moments of waiting, a young couple entered stage left with their two year-old, blond-haired, blue-eyed, daughter in tow, and took their position in line. The adorable little girl quickly assumed her position, swinging from the bars.
Expertly, she edged her way towards Peyton. Within a few moments, she had managed to swing her way to Peyton's bar. They were now face to face, their faces a mere five inches apart.
"I like your face," the little girl said in her toddler voice with a smile.
Peyton giggled, as he usually does. Then came the fateful words.
"I like your face too, but I like mine more."
Yeah, he gets his smooth moves from his uncle.
Just as all small children do, Hannah and Peyton had developed a sudden fascination with the order line bars and had allowed their monkey instincts to take over.
Just as all adults do, my parents and I asked them to stop swinging and stand patiently in line. Surprisingly, Hannah obeyed. Peyton, however, continued his monkey behavior.
After a short few moments of waiting, a young couple entered stage left with their two year-old, blond-haired, blue-eyed, daughter in tow, and took their position in line. The adorable little girl quickly assumed her position, swinging from the bars.
Expertly, she edged her way towards Peyton. Within a few moments, she had managed to swing her way to Peyton's bar. They were now face to face, their faces a mere five inches apart.
"I like your face," the little girl said in her toddler voice with a smile.
Peyton giggled, as he usually does. Then came the fateful words.
"I like your face too, but I like mine more."
Yeah, he gets his smooth moves from his uncle.
posted by Brett at
10:21 AM
3 Comments:
what a great complement, I should use it more often.
I hope you don't mind me commenting on your blog. some days I am comment magee, like today apparently. see ya around le grande!
Ha ha. What a great story! Remember when I told peyton that we were making dirt with worms? that was not a good lie....
Muy mono. En todos los sentidos.
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