"Mommy, mommy! I got the black belt today!"
"Wow! You only started last month. That's amazing!"
"I know. The teacher let me wear it at the end because I listened and tried really hard to do all the moves!"
"Do you get to keep it?"
"No. I gave it back because someone else gets to have it tomorrow. (Slight pause here) My birthday is coming. I have lots of good toys so I am not sure I need something."
"But do you want something?"
"I would like a cartron."
"Okay. I'll think about it?" For any mothers reading this post, what is a cartoon? I'm assuming its another transforming robot that I just don't know the name of.
My eleven year old is no exception to these ridiculous conversations.
"Hey, mamma!" as he dances around the living room, "I love ya!"
"Will you pull my ear?"
"Because it rhymes. Oh, let's try!"
The daycare taught this cute little ditty to Jordan, my three year old.
"Mommy, Mommy, I want candy," the child chants.
"Not today. Not today!" Mom chants back.
Here is Jordan's version.
"Mommy, Mommy, I want mommy. It's okay. Let's play today!" Then he looked at me with a big smile, "Can I have you?" My heart melted.
"Do you remember yesterday when I was little?"
"You can't have Mommy! She's my girl!"