Drew: Mommy, my tummy hurts.
Why does your tummy hurt?
There is a baby growing in my tummy!
(five minute conversation about how he cannot nor ever will have a baby growing in his tummy)
Ok then. There is a knife in my tummy. It's cutting up my food.
Ty: Drewby! Come here!
Ok!
You Drewby. Me "dowit"
What?
Me "dowit"!
Mommy, what Ty say?
Ty is Stewart!
Oh!
Jude: Dadadadadada!
All three boys like Lightning McQueen and Mater.
Where is Jude?
There he is! Peek-a-boo!
The new pout: while making fun of his pout, his imitation of it came out in the kissy face. It makes the pout even more irresistible.
Tubby time times 3!!
Drew: Mommy, are you sick?
Where is Jude?There he is! Peek-a-boo!The new pout: while making fun of his pout, his imitation of it came out in the kissy face. It makes the pout even more irresistible.Tubby time times 3!!Drew: Mommy, are you sick?Yes.
Why?
I have a cold.
Oh. (I blow my nose)
Mommy, you are REALLY sick! You should lie down. (pulls me to the couch)
Ok, thank you Drew.
Here's your night-night. (hands me a blanket and runs to get his cars)
Oh, so you didn't want me to lie down because I am sick, you wanted me to lie down so I can be a road for your cars!
Yep!
Sounds familiar....this is the conversation lately in this house...
ReplyDeleteJohn: "Mommy I love you so much!"
Me: "Thank you John!"
John: "May I have a treat?"