“Mommy, I want Daddy to go to work.”
“So I can sleep in your bed.”
My son likes to pretend to be a cat. So now I have to put the cat to bed.
He hangs up his art work (scribbled coloring pages) all over his room. The other day, I discovered he had hung up some in my room. He has officially taken over.
I just finished putting “jammies” on my son’s dinosaur for bed.
I was called out of bed because my son’s dinosaur was scared. I had to give it kisses (and my son too).
My son has become obsessed with cutting paper. All day long during homeschool he cuts and cuts and cuts. At the end of the day I vacuum all of his little bits up. But hey–it keeps him entertained so I can teach!
“Mommy, I can’t find the yipper!”
“The what?” I say.
“The yipper. Where is it?”
“Honey,” I respond, “I don’t know what a yipper is.”
“Zipper,” my husband translates. “He can’t find the zipper.”
“Oh,” I say, laughing.
“Mommy, can you tie this?”
My son hands me one of my husband’s old ties and his dino. I tie the tie to his dinosaur’s tail. I tie the other end to his light saber. Then my son goes happily off, dragging his dino.
“Why you doing this?” I ask my son, curious as to what’s going through his mind.
“So I don’t have to carry him.”
“Oh,” I say.
The next thing I know my 8 year old and 6 year old come galloping up on their horses (broom sticks with a cut-out horse’s head taped on top). They also have a jump rope tied around the broom stick, to which they tether their horses with in the stable (a doorknob). Their baby dolls are also somehow tied to the broom stick–a make-shift saddle.
Like doesn’t get much better than this.