Out of the mouth of babes....
Last night I was visiting Sister and she had told her 3 year old to pick up his toys from the livingroom to the bedroom. He picks one up, takes it in. Picks one up, takes it in. Comes back out and empties a whole drawer of toys onto the floor one at a time while looking at me like," what are you gonna do?" I give him my "mommy" eyes and voice and say, "What is your mom gonna say when she comes out here and sees this mess?".........pause.......... to which he retorts in a mommy voice, "PICK THIS STUFF UP!"...... Quite true my dear, quite true.
My nephew Michael was visiting Christian and loves playing in costumes. He saw the Darth Vader costume he had in his room, put it on, and went around to all of the children claiming, "Now you're my son!"........ "Now you're my son!"
I remember when my nephew Brandon was almost three I was watching him and he was drawing a pretty picture of people. He comes up to me and says, "Look Auntie DD! I drew a picture!" Pointing to the people on the picture, " That's my daddy and that's my mommy!" And me being sarcastic I told him," I can tell that's your mommy! She has a BIG head...." He looks at me sternly, puts his hands on his hips and says," No, Auntie DD. That's you" "Ahhh, that makes me saaaaad," I pouted, as I can dish it out rather than take it. Slapping his hands to the sides of his face and squishing it forward he quickly added, "It's because you have a BIG BRAAAAIIIIIIINNNN!!!!!!!!!" Good save kiddo. Good save....
Michael in the car at Dairy Depot," I wish I had some kneecaps. I would put them on my knees..."
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