Lately, most every sentence out of my mouth begins with one of those words.
”No, you can’t have any more colorful candy (my 3yr old’s name for Smarties).”
”Stop climbing on Mommy.”
”Don’t kick your sister.”
I am starting to think if I just put “No, Stop, Don’t” on an audio loop or a motion activated player, I may never have to speak to my children.
I know, gasp, did she just say that? Yep. You know you have thought it on occassion.
Truth is, I love talking to them. Their inquisitve minds, creative nature, and compassionate souls pour forth honestly and unabashed. Perhaps this is the only time in their lives that they will feel such freedom. We all know that the more we learn, the less we share and dare.
So even if the majority of your sentences start with those same words. Enjoy the conversation.
The girls (Climbing on me)
Thought I’d share samples of the gamut from just this weekend:
Mommy, you look cool 9 (my 3.5yr old when hugging me before visiting with Michael at the BTE show)
We’re a family- right Mommy (my 3.5yr old when all 4 of us were crossing street holding hands)
Oh, maaaaaannnnn ( Six syllables in man – my 2yr old when I dropped her nugget)
That woman has one leg, but it is okay, right Mommy ( my 3.5yr old after seeing a woman out shopping)
you’re not my friend, cuz I’m really, really mad at you ( my 2yr old parroting the 3.5yr old)
What things have yours said?
3 responses so far ↓
Meghan Casey Cobble // July 21, 2009 at 1:59 am |
I feel you, dawg. I feel you.
Allow me to share some of mine as of late:
“Mama, my bottom’s raw. I’ve pooped like a lot today.”
Eli, 4.
“Sut your mouth, bubba. You tupid.”
Casey, 2.
“I wish I could be dark chocolate color like Brayden. Why do I only get to be light chocolate in the summer only?”
Eli, 4.
“Mama, you’re my best friend. I used to drink from those. {as he points to my boobs}”
Casey, 2.
I post on my blog about these crazies from time to time. You’ll have to check it out!
Love,
Meghan
mangostreetbaby // July 23, 2009 at 2:51 am |
Meghan,
Those are great! Thanks for sharing and I can’t wait to check out the blog.
Chris C. // July 23, 2009 at 4:16 am |
Have to add this one from tonight…
I get in from a nice, long run and PT is at the door waiting to tell me – “Daddy, my vegetables all came out my booty!”
Whaaaaat?