It was Wyatt's turn to pick what color cereal bowl he wanted. Ever since the continuing red plate arguments we have started to let Max and Wyatt take turns on picking what color eating instrument/utensil they want.
"Wyatt, which bowl do you want?" I asked. "The blue or the green?"
Wyatt put his finger to his chin and thought about the choices. "Uhmmmm." he hummed to himself.
"That's not fair. Wyatt got to pick last time." Max whined from across the table.
"That's not true Maxfield." Lauren corrected. "Last night at dinner you got to choose. Now it is Wyatt's turn."
"C'mon, pick already, blue or green Wyatt?" I was getting impatient.
Wyatt turned his soft, big, round,brown eyes towards Max and said "Max, what color bowl do you want?"
Lauren beamed. "Awwww Wyatt. That is so nice."
I sighed and smiled.
Max perked up. "I would like the blue bowl."
Wyatt tilted his head back towards me, his eyes narrowed as his lips thinned into a smirk. "Then," he said, pausing almost for affect but also weighing the consequences of his decision "I will take the blue one."
I am not trying to be mean but the look of satisfaction on Wyatt's face as Max cried out in protest was priceless.