Please

A rather uneventful night, thankfully. We got home played awhile, you ate a small nibble of pizza actually from the slice, and then went to bed. Your Mom and I worked until 11 and then dragged ourselves upstairs to bed. You woke up in a good mood today (as you do most days) and as we were changing you diaper you asked for your bottle. When I say ask I mean you thrusted your hands in the general direction of the item you want. I then had you say please in sign language and guided you through the motion. When I stopped and asked you please you then made the sign. As usual, your Mom came over, clutched her hands towards her heart and welled up. Only 11 more days until terror shall be unleashed.