Today's conversations have been particularly interesting. I wish I could record them because kids really do say the darndest things. So to set the first stage, we were in the office and Baby Bubba brought in several of his musical instruments. I played the harmonica while he played the horn, until he was done with my concert and took away the harmonica. I continued to whistle until he told me 'stop whistling, that gets on my nerves'. Now when he says things that I say on a regular basis I usually take a deep breath and make a mental note not to say that again. This time I was genuinely curious as I don't say that. I say irritate, it's shorter and more to the point in my opinion. You'll often hear me say things like 'you're irritating me', 'quit trying to irritate me', 'are you trying to irritate me?' and the like. So when I asked him where he learned to say that his response was in classic 3 year old style. 'Not Dada, I just made it up myself'. This is priceless because in his mind he isn't telling on Dada, in fact he just informed me that it wasn't Dada who had taught him to say this.
Later in the afternoon he came up to me and in a mischievous and testing way he said, 'Mama, you a little chit' and grinned like the cat who just ate the canary. I took a deep breath and made a mental note.
Just now, as I was trying to get through a few office tasks he ran in and told me 'I have to go, my watch is almost at 3' as he pointed and showed me his imaginary watch he was wearing. When I answered 'ok, you better go then' he turned back at the door and said 'you better go too, your time is running out, and what's that meatball show called? Bye!!!' He shut the door and yelled through it again 'MAMA! What's that MEATBALL show called?!?!?!'
And this is just another ordinary day in our house.
Later in the afternoon he came up to me and in a mischievous and testing way he said, 'Mama, you a little chit' and grinned like the cat who just ate the canary. I took a deep breath and made a mental note.
Just now, as I was trying to get through a few office tasks he ran in and told me 'I have to go, my watch is almost at 3' as he pointed and showed me his imaginary watch he was wearing. When I answered 'ok, you better go then' he turned back at the door and said 'you better go too, your time is running out, and what's that meatball show called? Bye!!!' He shut the door and yelled through it again 'MAMA! What's that MEATBALL show called?!?!?!'
And this is just another ordinary day in our house.
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