Conversations with my son in the last 24 hours
Jan 7th, 2010 by heidi
A shuffling, warm little body climbs into bed next to me, naked from the waist down and lies quite happily in my arms under the warm blanket. “Where’s Daddy?”
“Cleaning up the pants you peed in, honey. He’ll be right back. Would you like to cuddle with me until he gets back?”
“No. I like Daddy.”
“Don’t you like Mummy?”
“I like you a little. I like Daddy a lot.”
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“Ciaran, you’re a silly billy!”
“No! Billy is a silly billy!”
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Reading the first chapter of the real Winnie the Pooh:
“See, Pooh fell into a bush. Can you see the prickles?”
“Yes! He has prickles on his back!”
“Ouch, that must hurt! Does he need to take out the prickles?”
“THE PRICKLES MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE THE GRUFFALO!!!” *hysterical laughing*
I need to write one of these…
Mine squirmed out of my arms, crying, and toddled over to her Daddy for cuddles.
I felt rejected.
Then she promptly puked all over Daddy.
I felt better (and of course, also very sad for the sick baby).