Placating Poppop

So I had sole custody of my #2 grandson for a few hours this afternoon and fortunately, he agreed to actually sleep through his nap time for part of the custodial period.  After the nap, we had a snack, told a few jokes, and turned him loose in the toy strewn family room for a while. 

During his subsequent ransacking of the family room, I offered to read Nathaniel a book.  I attempted to entice him with one of his least favorite books, "Jumbo."   It's not one of my favorites either, but it was just a prop, and I kept asking hm if he'd like me to read him a book.

"Do you want me to read you a story?   How about we read a book?   Don't you want me to read you a book?  C'mon, Nathaniel, let's read a book."

This went on for several minutes until he went over to one of the bins in the family room, rummaged around in it for a moment or two, and fished out a book.  He turned around and began to walk across the room toward me with a big grin on his face.  

Nathaniel handed me the book, turned around, and walked away to resume ransacking.  His message was clear and didn't involve speaking or sign-language: "Here you go Poppop.  Here's a book.   Knock yourself out." 

He apparently had more important things to do.  I will recognize that smile the next time I see it plastered across his face.