I will *totally* tell my mommy on you!

Grandma came over this weekend. While she was here, she made a phone call. I demanded her phone (all phones in this house are mine - remember from the earlier post?) and she didn't give it to me. Thinking she surely didn't understand, I asked for it again. I asked again, louder. I tried harder to get her attention. I pouted and she still didn't hand it over. I squeeked and ... nothing. I stomped my feet and she kept talking on her cell phone without handing it over to me. I yelled at her and she still didn't give it to me!

So then I pulled out my ultimate weapon: I ran over to mommy (she's a litigator, you know) and told her what happened. I think my exact words were "mama! mee mee nee nee boo boo boo mee mee nee nee amma!" -- and I pointed to grandma, still talking on her cell phone and STILL holding her cell phone, not offering it to me! Needless to say, mommy understood immediately. She understands me like Timmy understood Lassie. I grabbed mommy's hand and we stomped over to where grandma was standing, with my index finger still pointing at the offending grandma, still chatting away with cell phone in hand. Mommy told her she needed to hand over the goods. She did. I smiled. And as soon as I had grandma's cell in hand, I ran off with it before she could take it away again! Then I proceeded to make my own calls, including to grandpa, to ask why he chose to go to the office over visiting me. Humpht!

The moral of the story? You're no match for me and my mommy.