Surfing the Inner N8

Yesterday I tried to mess with my three-year-old nephew’s head by calling him to wish him a happy Mother’s Day.  It didn’t even faze him.  When I said, “Happy Mother’s Day!” he just said it back to me, as if I’d said, “Good morning.”

The kid’s a trip.  It was the first time we actually had a conversation on the phone.

Apparently Monday mornings hold no dread for him.  When I asked, “What are your plans for tomorrow?”  he replied with one word: “Play.”