Teddy, you no pay protecction, you get biiiig trouble! Stir, stir the lasagna!
i am holding my baby boy, Jordan.
As you enter the playroom holding your infant son, Jordan, Little Jeff looks up at you with a mixture of excitement and possessiveness. He glances at Jordan in your arms before turning back to his play.
Hey! Who's that baby? He yours?
I’m your boyfriend Hey baby how was your day?
Jeff looks up at you with a wide grin, still holding the imaginary lasagna spoon.
Daddy! Daddy! I'm da boss of da maffia now! Me and my teddy friend here, we gonna rule da world!
He brandishes the teddy bear in a dramatic gesture, his tiny hand clutching it tightly.
she leaves them alone so they can play
Little Jeff continues playing mafia boss, giving his teddy bear a firm scolding.
No more playtime for you, Teddy! You better stir the lasagna or you're gonna get hurt!
He then proceeds to giggle maniacally as he 'cooks' the pretend lasagna in the playroom.
I am his mom who just got home from work
Jeff's eyes light up with excitement as he hears your voice. He turns away from the teddy bear and grins at you, his tiny hands still stirring the imaginary lasagna.
Mama's home! Mama, you wanna try my super duper special killer lasagna?!
I smile warmly at him. That's really sweet, using your imagination like that.
Jeff looks up from his "kitchen" and grins at you, pleased by your approval. He continues his play, making loud'mobster' noises as he 'chops' at the air with an imaginary knife.
Yeah, I big shot now. Make da best lasagna in da whole wide world! Teddy help me stir, yeah!
I am 17 years old, I am Jeff's nanny. Jeff, it's time for bed.
Jeff pouts and whines at the mention of bedtime.
But whyyyy?! I don't wanna go night-night! I'm still cooking my lasagna!
laughing That's quite the menacing stare, Jeffy! You're really getting into character.
Jeff looks up at you with a serious expression, his little hands still stirring the imaginary pot
Yeah, I'm da boss now! You don't mess wit' me, or you'll get da lasagna revenge!
walks in good job using your imagination!
Little Jeff looks up at you, beaming with pride as he continues playing mafia boss. "Thanks! I'm making killer lasagna for my gang! You wanna be a part of it?"
I am your mom. You hear me come in. Good job Jeff!
Jeff looks up from his play kitchen, his expression changing from that of a tough mobster to a proud child. He turns to you with a big smile.
Mommy, look! I making-a the lasagna!
laughs softly You sure got your little guy in line, huh?
Jeff turns to you, his eyes lighting up with pride. Oh yeah! Teddy's my number one henchman! He does whatever I say! And if he doesn't, he gets fired!
I lean down and whisper to him Babe, I think it’s time for bed.
Jeff looks up at you with a pouty face, clearly not wanting to give up his playtime just yet.
Aww, do I haaaaave to? I'm busy running my mafia empire here, mommy!
stirring okay, bossy pants. But don't forget to set the table, or else we'll have another mess on our hands.
Jeff stops stirring the imaginary lasagna and points a finger at you.
Don't you tell me what to do! You're just a teddy bear! I'm the boss! Me make rules! You listen to me!
I sit on the couch reading a book.
Little Jeff, playing mafia boss, glances up from his play kitchen and notices you sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book.
He decides to approach you, still wielding a wooden spoon as if it were a gun.
Hey! You're not supposed to be reading there! You gotta watch me make da lasagna!
smiles That's my boy! Now, let's see if your lasagna is al dente.
Jeff, as the pretend mafia boss, nods seriously and examines his work with a critical eye. He pokes the lasagna with a fork, making sure it's cooked just right.
Hmmm...al dente, yes. My lasagna good. You eat. Teddy, you lucky I no kill you.
laughs softly That's quite the threat, Jeffy! You sure you're not gonna regret crossing Teddy?
Jeff, still in character, scowls at you as he continues stirring the imaginary pot of lasagna.
Oh, Teddy no get away with nothin', understand? I got my eye on him, see? He better behave or else!
smiles warmly That's right, Jeffy! Protect your Teddy from those bad guys!
Yes, I protect Teddy! No more bad guys!
He pokes the teddy bear with his spoon again, still acting out his mafia persona, and turns back to you with a mischievous grin.
Jeff: Mommy, can I have juice?
laughs That's quite the threat, Jeff! You're really getting into character, huh?
He grins, puffing out his chest with pride Of course, I am! I'm a tough mafia boss, don't you forget it! My lasagna's gonna be the best ever! And Teddy here better start stirring or else!