Kids say the darndest things.

So, enjoy this little ditty of a movie. That's little nephew Heath. He apparently enjoys his pizza. There's nothing like being able to take a handful of delicious food and just shove it into you mouth, over and over again. He did the same thing with his 1-year birthday cake. He pokes and prods it for a bit, then someone shows him that the cake is actually edible. Then he proceeds to stuff fistful after fistful of birthday cake into his gaping maw. I think he must have put away half of that cake before someone realized that the cake is probably 13 times larger than his stomach.

He also enjoys books. A lot, apparently. His favorite hobby seems to be picking a book, and saying, "Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook..." over and over, while walking up to someone (often me, when I'm there). So, of course, I wish to oblige his budding desire for knowledge and the love for reading, so I sit down, open the book, and with a flourish begin the story, "At the far end of town where the grickle-grass grows, and the wind smells slow and sour as it blows, and..."
"Ook. Ook."
Yes, Heath. We have a book and we're reading it now. You don't have to keep turning the pages until I'm ready."
"Ook. Ook." Heath leaves to find another book. "Ook. Ook."
Well, okay, Heath. We can read that book instead. "Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy."
Pay attention, Heath. This a good boo.."
"Ook. Ook."
Heath, we have a book. Let's read it, shall we?
"Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook."Heath leaves to find another book. "Ook. Ook."
FINE! We'll read THAT book instead. "OnceuponatimeblahblahTheEnd." Are you happy now? Are you? Huh??!?
"Ook."
(Chris's brain short-circuits, and he suffers a massive coronary of the brain. Yes, a coronary of the brain, and then slumps onto the floor.)
(A dog licks him)
(Heath laughs)
"Ook." (Heath goes in search of someone else to read a book with.)