Hot Dog

My nephew was at my house visiting as my mother was also in town for the birth of Little Man and wanted to spend some time with both of her grandsons. Little Man was about a week and a half old and I went into the other room to nurse him when my nephew followed me into the bedroom. I had a cover-up on so all he saw was Little Man's feet sticking out from underneath the cover-up.

"What you doing?" My nephew asked. His bright blue eyes staring at us curiously.

Hmmm...how to explain this to a three year old?

"Feeding Cole." I decided to keep it simple.

"What he eating?" Blue Eyes stepped closer and looked at the cover-up. He reached out and before I could stop him peaked under the cover-up. I don't think he saw anything and was trying to decide how to answer so that he would understand when he said, "A hot dog?"

He was staring at me, waiting for an answer.

"Yup, he's eating a hot dog."

"I want one."

Uh oh.