The Macaroni Hero

I think my little brother is pretty much the cutest, most awesome 3 year old to ever walk the planet.

He only wears his underwear backward so he can see the pictures that are supposed to be on his butt (seriously, kids want the pictures, why put them on the butt?!)

He just told me he needs three (then carefully lifted three fingers on his hand and counted them to make sure) shirts so he can tear them apart to become an EPIC HERO.

Also, his favorite food is macaroni and cheese FROM A CAN. That’s right, a can. It’s really disgusting, but he loves it.

He always wants macaroni and cheese, but he tries to trick us into thinking he just magically came up with the idea. I’ll say, “What do you want for breakfast?”

And he’ll say, “Oh, I don’t know… hmmmm…. maybeeeeee… something yellow… with triangles… AND PRICKALIES!…
I KNOW! MACARONI CHEESE!”

As if I didn’t know he was going to come to that conculsion.

UPDATE!

I was minding my own business trying to watch Battlestar Galactica on Netflix when little bro saw what I was doing. He says in his CUTEST voice, “Ummm, Mindy? Can I watch the DVD that I love a lot?”

I don’t WANT to watch any DVD that he loves a lot, but I couldn’t say no. He knows this, so he continued,
“I see someping that is good. I’m think that I will show you.”

So he slowly inches closer to the TV with promises to show me “someping”

He finally gets close to the TV and points to a show, “ANGRY BEAVERS! Yeah, that’s good. We should watch that.”

And that is why I’m now watching Angry Beavers.