Tuesday Morning

Tuesday morning, 7am, in the bedroom:

The kid: “I dancing! Dancing on the bed!”

He pulls his self up on to our queen sized bed and starts to do a little jig.

Me: “Be careful, please”

I go back to getting dressed

Kid: “Now I rolling, rolling like a doggy.”

He flops on his back and rocks from side to side.

Kid: “You get my belly. You get me belly.”

I sit beside him and rub his belly.

He sits up and puts his hand on my chest, “Wat dis, Mama? Wat dis?”

“That’s my bra, kiddo.”

“Oooh, I like it. You a cute.”

“You’re cute too.”

“NO! I not cute. I A BOY!”

“Is Papa cute?”

“NO! Papa a boy.”

“Is your monkey cute?”

“Yeah! Monkey cute! And fish sticks.”

“Fish sticks are cute?”

“Yeah!”

“So, Mama, the monkey and fish sticks are all cute?”

“Yeah! And bra.”

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So now you all know: I am as cute as a monkey, a green bra and fish sticks.

I’ve said this before but it bears repeating: Your kid learning to talk= hours of amusement.

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