Hotdog disappointment

Last week at Costco, Elliot wanted a hot dog. I told him we were going to have lunch at home instead. On the way to the car, he told me he was very disappointed about the hot dog.

Tonight while getting ready for bed, he was kind of complaining about not wanting it to be bedtime. I went to check on him in the bathroom a little afraid he might whine about bedtime. Instead, he looks up at me, laughs and says, "Mom, I'm still disappointed about the hotdog." His timing was genius.