Grapes

Scout is just SO chunky and cute these days. It's almost unbearable. His new favorite thing is to smile and wrinkle his noes at the same time. He walks holding on to a hand and says little words once in a while. His main dialect though is what I like to call the "daaaadaaadaaaa" language. He just says it over and over in different tones to tell us different things. Although. If he's most especially angry he says "momma".

Malachi is tired of winter. He needs to be released from his cage into the great out doors. He is absalutely hysterical. The other day Graham was in his office trying to read a book. Malachi had smelled him out and was talking his ears off. He was especially concerned with feeding Graham some of his green grapes.
Graham finally put down his book and said, "Malachi, I'm trying to read, I need you to go play in the other room okay? I need you to not talk to me right now, I don't want anymore grapes."
"Okay dad," He said.
A minute later Malachi's face peered around the courner. In a whisper he said, "Daaad!" and chucked a grape in the doorway, "There's a grape for you! It's on the floor!"