"You sleep, mama? You want some brekfass(breakfast)?"
"Uh, sure honey. What are you going to make for me?"
Sweet, little, two year old runs into the kitchen, talking to himself, pulls a chair up to the pantry, climbs on to said chair, rummages around for a few seconds, climbs down from the chair, runs to kitchen drawer, opens kitchen drawer and grabs a spoon, and runs into the living room with "brekfass".
This is what he brought for me. . .
Mama is not a big fan of Nutella. Funny; sweet, little, two year old is.