“mommy, just a minute”

This past Sunday I was in a hurry to leave the house to interview our new nanny for Nicholas.  Kevin was downstairs making eggs and hashbrowns for the kids, and asked me to go ahead and bring the kids down for breakfast.  Lauren came eagerly as she was “very hungry”… as for Thomas, he was so excited about the breakfast that he had to talk to daddy right away.  He looked out through the upstairs railing and started calling for Daddy.  “Daddy, Daddy, are you making me hash browns for breakfast?!  Daddy????”   I said, “Thomas, hurry up, let’s go get some yummy breakfast!” He ignored me, and continued to call for daddy’s attention through the railings.  (Of course, Kevin couldn’t hear him with the stove and fan on downstairs.)  I said again,”Come on Thomas!  Mommy is running late, let’s goooooooo!”  Thomas turned around and looked at me with this serious look on his face, he held out his index finger and said, “Mommy!  Just a minute.  I am talking with daddy.”  He then turned around and continued to call for daddy’s attention.   Meanwhile, I am standing on top of the stairs not knowing whether I should be mad that he’s making me run late, or laugh at what just happened….  I think my 2.5 year old son just told me to be “patient and not interrupt him while he’s talking!”