An Eli conversation

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Eli: "daddy, daddy, daddy"
Melissa: "Hi Eli."
Eli: "Where's Daddy?"
Melissa: "He's outside watering the plants."
Eli: "Let's find him."
Melissa carries Eli to the front door window.
Melissa: "Do you see him."
Eli: "No."
Melissa carries Eli to the window in the next room.
Melissa: "Do you see him."
Eli: "There he is."
Melissa takes Eli out the front door. He sits on the front porch. David is half way down the front yard, pulling the water hose. Melissa's in the house watching Eli through the front door window.
Eli: yelling "Daddy, I want to help you. I want to help you, daddy. Daddy, I want to help you. I want to help you, daddy."
Melissa yells through a cracked door, "David, Eli wants to help you."
Eli: "Close the door. I will tell him."
Eli: yelling "Daddy, I want to help you." Sly look back to make sure the door is still shut. "Daddy, I want to help you."
And, he helps!

Great day!
Melissa

Comments

Nadra said…
You know...I think Eli likes his Daddy. :) I love it. It also sounds like he's a determined little guy. Yay Eli!
June 29, 2010 at 9:33 PM
Anonymous said…
What a great understanding mother, to realize a son must help DADDY. We will wait a while for Eli to insist on helping his MOM.
Cute and sweet. Love you all.
June 29, 2010 at 10:24 PM
Anonymous said…
Melissa:
I LOVE reading the updates on that cute boy.What a smart boy too.He knew exactly what he wanted and went for it.I am sure it was the best help Dad has had for a long time.(o:
Leveta
June 30, 2010 at 8:37 AM
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