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.
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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!!
You really do need a sign on your front door that says, "If you're not a chicken/rooster owner when you arrive, you will be one when you leave!" I'm living proof of that!
ReplyDeleteHow precious to witness all his "firsts" like this. You DO have to take a picture of his little face making his very own rooster call.
Aaww, what a cutie :)
Love ya!
I so wish I had a camera handy when he did that. It was hysterical! He is such a bright spot!
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