On Being Commanding

We had a big snowstorm last night and so Max ended up sleeping at his grand parents house. On the phone with me this morning:

Max: "Mommy I want to speak to Brooklyn"

Brooklyn: "Oh no! Awawa alla bzuphm (and other baby gibberish, yelled)"

Max (laughing): "Mommy she's talking funny! Where is Daddy?"

Me: "He's sleeping"

Max: "Wake him up please! Tell him he has a lot of shovelling to do!"