No Bubba

The other day, I was making dinner and Aunt M was watching from Skype. Big guy was totally pissed and wanted desperately to be held. However, I was cooking chicken, so I couldn't hold him and cook one handed- which I so often end up doing as we get closer to dinnertime. He sprinted over the living room, climbed down the step into the kitchen, reached up on his tippy-toes grabbing at my pants crying. I looked at him and said, "hold on, bubba!" He looked up at me with those big eyes filled with tears and yelled back, "Noooo Buh-baaa!" Well, I guess he couldn't wait!!!