Just when I thought signing was a worthless endeavour.

Ben was just in my dad’s lap, squeeling at me. Dad says, “MAAAH, MAAAH! COME GET ME!” and does the sign for milk.
“Why are you doing that? Did Ben do that?”
“Yeah, he’s yelling at you and doing that. *Dad does it again* What’s with the hand squeezing thing, Ben?”
“THAT’S THE SIGN FOR MILK!”

He wanted to nurse and he wanted a nap.

Too
flippin
cool