“Lucas, finish your dinner and then I’ll call Auntie Desi so you can talk to her,” I say to my nephew as I pull my cell phone out of his soft, peachy hand and put it on the table.

He gives me a coy smile and lets his dimples sink in until he knows I’m weak. There is barely a beat before he responds:

“Mmm…how ‘bout….you eat my dinner and I call Auntie Desi now?” he counters while my dad and I fall over laughing. Two and half year-old negotiator.

We’re in trouble.

In addition to International Denim day it is also my beautiful,(WONDERFUL!)Lucas' third birthday today. And to celebrate I sang Happy Birthday into the phone while my colleagues at work stared at me like I needed to be committed.

What? You never saw anyone sing to a toddler in the middle of lunch?