Here is a snippet of a conversation that I had with 2 1/2 year old Henry tonight. Henry just got done using the potty, saying "I think I can I think I can I think I can" while perched on the toilet. (We just read the Little Engine that Could) When he was done I walked out into the hall and stepped on a toy car.
Me: OW!
Henry: (with great sorrow in his voice) What's wrong Mommy?
Me: I stepped on this toy and hurt my foot.
Henry: (very helpful now) Maybe if you poop it will make it better.
(when henry has a tummy ache we tell him that he should try to poop in the
potty because it might make him feel better.....)
Me: (trying not to laugh) Oh, I don't think I have to go right now.
Henry: (scrunches up his face and squints his eyes) You say eerrrrrgh and it will come out. K?
Me: (trying really hard not to laugh because he is dead serious) Okay, thanks for the advice.
Henry: (very excited now) AND you will get a prize!!!
Me: That sounds exciting!
Henry: yeah! (then he leans down and kisses my foot. a split second later he completely switches gears and glowers up at me from under his eyebrows and uses a very deep, scary voice) TRIP TRAP TRIP TRAP! I AM TROLL AND YOU CAN'T CROSS MY BRIDGE!
Me: Am I a goat now?
Henry: You have to be goat now.
Motherhood. Goathood. It's all the same.
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