The Pork Chop

Last night Shane when I was tucking Shane into bed (yes...he still wants to be tucked into bed), he was very concerned about when he would be talking to Nanny again.

Nanny, don't take this the wrong way, but I thought it was a little unusual for him to specifically ask to talk to you.

The conversation went like this:

SHANE: Mom, I need to call Nanny.

ME: Why do you need to call Nanny, Shane?

SHANE: Because I haven't told her what I want for my birthday and she may not get me a present. So, can we call her?

ME: Shane, it's 9:45 at night. We're not calling Nanny. Stp worrying. She will get you a present. And I'm sure that you'll like it.

SHANE: Are you sure about that? I haven't told her what I want.

ME: Are you sure about that, Shane? I thought you had a conversation with her at the beach about what you wanted.

SHANE: No. I definitely did not tell her what I want for my birthday. Can we call her tomorrow, please?

ME: Yes, Shane. We can. Now stop worrying whether you're going to get a present from Nanny and go to sleep.

SHANE: Okay, mom. Will you kiss Ducky good night?

ME: If I do, will you go to sleep?

SHANE: Yes.

ME: Kisses Ducky.

SHANE: Yelling after me....."Don't forget to call Nanny tomorrow, m'kay."

So, I guess that Dad is right. Mom does have a pork chop tied around her neck. And this one is flavored with a birthday present spice.

LOLOLOLOLOLOL