July 14, 2009...7:49 am

Ah, they grow up so quickly

Jump to Comments

Pitter looks like a 4 year old, and he’ll tell you he’s 9, but he’s just turned 3. (And for those keeping score, Patter is the one who’s 3, I am 4, and Sweet Cheeks is 5.)

Nevertheless, Pitter has presented me with the following condundrums in the last week: 

1. Language

“Jonathan says ShA-daay, Mommy. ShA-daay!”

“What do you think that means?” (I am not catching the pronounciation.)

“ShA-DAAAY! I don’t know. But he goes in time out when he says it.”

(I now realize the word is shitty.) “Well, then it seems like you shouldn’t say it either, right?”

“No I say it too! ShA-daay. And Shut up, Mommy!”

(I’m not too irritated with this because I feel it’s equal payback for Pitter introducing the phrase fuc*ing bullsh*it  at daycare. Ahem.)

2. WHY? Mommy?!

“Mommy, what’s this thing?” (while opening a tampon he’s found in a drawer)

“Ummm…” (My general method is to provide as little accurate information as possible.)

“What’s it for? What does it do?” (He has now detached the applicator and is rubbing both parts across the kitchen counter.)

“It’s like a band-aid for mommies.”

“But why, Mommy? What kind of owies? What’s this part for?”

“Sometimes mommies get owies on their bottoms and we use those.” (Please let this be enough!)

“Oh.” (Phew.) 

3. Continuing Interest in Bewbs

“Mommy, do I need nee-nee now too?” (he asks after Patter has finished nursing)

“No, that would be silly! You’re a big boy and you drink your milk from a cup.”

“Yeah. Can I kiss the bewb?”

“Um, I guess so. Why?”

“Because you’re cute.”

!!!!!!!!

3 Comments


Leave a Reply