I swear, he just gets more fun. He is so verbal, and getting a little hint of what is going on inside that 2 year old mind is, at times, frightening “Don’t die, Mum.” WHAT?? or hysterical. Read on….
He approaches, eyes wide: “You play wif me? You play wif my toys wif me?” (How do you say no to that? You don’t.)
Or waking me up one morning: “Shhhh…..tigers, Mum.”
Or virtually EVERY night or nap: “I don’t WIKE seepy time!! I don’t WIKE SEEPY TIME! I DON’T WIKE SEEP-“ snore….
He is, however, quite opinionated. I’m sure this comes as quite a shock.Raines: Which way this? Me: Left. Raines: It not left!! Which way this? Me: Left. Raines: It NOT LEFT!! Which way this? Me: Raines, it’s left! Raines: NO!! NOT LEFT!! NOT LEFT!!
Not sure how to resolve that one, really.
And he’s been confused by the classification of objects. For example, how something can be both a dinosaur and a triceratops. Or whatever.Raines: What this, Mum? Me: Volkswagon. Raines: It NOT A VOLKSWAGON!! Me: What is it then? Raines: Car.
Of course. Silly me.
I also love when he clarifies his point. In case I didn’t quite get it:
“I HUUUUNgry, Mum! Need food NOW. In my MOUF!” (pointing to his mouth)
And when I was freaking out, leaving him overnight for the first time…(and seriously, I was leaving him with MIKE)….he overheard me worrying and climbed on my lap: “It OK, Mum” (strokes my cheek). “I miss you SOO much.”
Wow. Just takes your breath away sometimes.