When we woke up around 8:00 a.m. we had a happy little guy smiling at us and ready to go. With only a couple of minutes of looking for Mom, he was happily distracted by the roosters crowing back and forth outside. He looked at us a little puzzled and worried, but then Grandpa said, "it's okay, it's just the roosters" and he let out a cock-a-doodle-doo of his own. Grayson giggled and watched Bampa (as he calls him) answer back and forth with the roosters. Next thing we know, that smart-as-a-whip boy sticks his chin out, purses his lips, raises his eyebrows, and makes his own "crowing" noise.
We nearly died laughing...
Fast forward ~
When his mama & daddy came to pick him up, one of the roosters started to crow and
...out came the chin
...the lips pursed
...the eyebrows raised
...and out came a Grayson rendition of a rooster crow!
He was sitting on his mama's lap and she looked at me like "what?" I started laughing, told her the story, and advised her that she has her very own rooster now. Oh, how I love that little kid!!