*sigh*... "Mom, I wish I were like you."
Glancing over at my 5-year old daughter I asked, "You wish were you like me? Why?"
*sigh*......................... "Are we taking the bus or we driving to the school party?"
At first I thought I would never know but I decided to press the matter.
"Why do you wish you were like me?" I asked again.
*sigh*... "Because sometimes I'm mean."
Ummm... oh. Considering how she tells me I'm mean when she doesn't get her way I'm not quite sure how to take that.
Okay, so I almost didn't blog this one, but its a true story and in honor of knowing that they won't be kids forever, I decided to record it. So, here it goes.
I was trying to put Jacob down for a nap. I was in his bedroom calling for him to come to his bed. Jacob comes running over to me with a big smile on his face and says, "I can't mommy! I go poopy! See?"
He reaches me, turns around and sticks his bum out. As is my duty as a mother, I faithfully pull back his diaper to check. Not seeing anything right away a lean in for closer inspection. Without any warning he toots right in my face, starts laughing hysterically and scampers off.
Should I be concerned that he's only two years old?