Kingston: Out-siiieeed? (outside)
Mommy: No, Kingston. We have to wait for the doctor to come in.
Kingston: Out-siiieeed.
Mommy: Hey Sweetpea, want to read this book with me? We have to wait for the doctor.
Kingston: Out-siiieeed! (stomping feet)
Mommy: No, Buddy. We have to see what the doctor says.
Kingston: (Pointing finger and dancing side to side) No choo choo smo choo na bed! (No more monkeys jumping on the bed!)
Mommy: You are the smartest boy alive! I forgive you for being a huge pain in the . . . .
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On the way to get our hair cut this morning.
Mommy: Kingston, look at the big cement truck in front of us. Can you say "cement truck?"
Kingston: Rrrroooooool cruck! (Roll truck)
Mommy: That's right! (giggle) It is rolling! It is mixing the cement. You are the smartest boy alive. I will forgive you in advance for being a huge pain while Mrs. Anna is trying to cut your hair.
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Every day.
Kingston: (cry, cry, cry. stomp, stomp, stomp. fit, fit, fit.)
Mommy: Who are you and what have you done with my sweet boy? How are you so sweet and funny one minute and a total disaster the next? I'm calling Nana. Maybe she wants to play with you.
2 comments:
Yes! Nana DOES want to play with Kingston. He IS the smartest boy alive....and cutest too!
I LOVE the story of Kingston saying "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" while waiting to see the dr. No doubt he is academically gifted as he connects literature with real world! What a perfect example of how important reading to young children is. You're a great mom...and you WILL get through the terrible twos when a stranger takes over the body of your sweet little boy.
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