so, as you might know, i am
me- "wanna share some cake with me?"
him- yes! good idea!!
i yelled at him for crawling around on the floor and messing up piles(of books and junk). he said " i'm just trying to make myself comfortable."
as i was driving him to preschool i said "have fun at school, okay?" he answered "um...no thanks."
i was watching him put his sneakers on by himself one morning and he told me "don't you keep yer eye on me!"
me- "do you have to go potty again?"
him- with a big sigh he said "i suppose so."
i fixed him a quesadilla for lunch one day. he sat there messing around and not eating. i told him he needed to eat so he could grow big and strong. he picked at it for a few minutes then finally told me "i'm not gonna eat my deesa quea."
yesterday while he was coloring with his crayons, he took one and made a blue streak across the carpet. he boldly told me what he'd done, because he was being a stinker and trying to get my attention. i yelled at him, smacked him and took his crayons away. he was crying and carrying on and sobbed " but gammie, crayons are really fascinating!"
1. that 3 yr olds turn four
2. that oxi clean gets crayon out of carpet
3. that it's almost corned beef day! (aka st. patrick's day)