Fuss takes Charge

So last night I'm in the living room trying to read and Fuss gets antsy and wants me to do something. His desires are often couched in mystery- he likes to see how far he can get with nothing but a sly look and endless repetition. "Dada? Dada? Dada?" and "Mama? Mama? Mama?" are his favorites.

He stood in the hallway, sort of leaning toward the bedroom and doing his chant until I had to acknowledge him.

"What! What do you want?"
"Dada...come-a the bedroom?" Big smile.
"For what?"
"Bed?"
"What about the bed?"
"Make-a the bed?"

The light bulb over my head flickers on.

"Oh.....you want to make a pile?"

"MAKE-A THE PILE!" he shouted, and tore off down the hall.

So that's what we did.