Peas Me

My youngest nephew turned two on Saturday.

Apparently his life is destined to be mared by birthday tragedy.

Last year he fell out of the front door and face planted on the brick planter on the eve of his 1st birthday. Resulting in a black eye and the looks of a beaten child.

This year he decided he really wanted to go home with my parents, rather than stay with his own. As my mom was gathering up her purse and jacket he ran to her and held out his arms demanding, "Up! UuuuuPPP! UP!"

My mom picked him up and he looked at her and smiled his charming smile.

"Me go you Mah-ma!"

She told him not today and that he would be over on Monday while his mom was at school.

"Me go you peas! Peas me. Me. Pease. Me Mah-ma. Peaaaas ME!"

His pleading grew louder, sadder and more pathetic by the minute.

My mom tried to hand him off to my brother. Great saddness and suffering ensued. And as my parents walked out the door, they were followed by the wails of a tragic birthday boy.

"Meeeeeeee! Peeeaaaasssss! OH MAH-MA! PEEEEAAAASSSEE!

The trials and tribulations of being two.