After finishing his enchilada, Cam headed over to see Grandpa. Cam sat on my dad's lap saying "Color it. Color it. Grandpa color it. Color it." His pleading fell on deaf ears. When the men are talking mechanics, the rest of the world is on mute.
He got distracted by dad's drawing for a few minutes, but then he was back to pleading. Instead, he directed his pleading at me. "Color it. Color it. Color it."
He may have been distracted for a moment or two, but he had coloring on the brain. That pen no sooner hit the table than Cam was coloring away.
He's becoming such a big boy. He even took care of the check. You should have seen the look on his face when he handed it to the waitress. He was stunned, but she was thrilled.