Me: "Son . . . dont put that in your mouth."
You: "gabba gabbea shyia blee blee goo"
Me: "Son . . . Please. Dont put that in your mouth."
You: "sleayia bleah gloo gloo myeah yeeeeahhhhh. Ila sleyah!!"
Me: "Bring it to Mommy please.
Bring it to Mommy.
Coooome on, bring it to Mommy.""
You: [spin around, do a dance, wave said object in air] "slayeah mishu mishu gloomp."
Me: [with extreme authority] "Do. NOT. put. that. in. your. mouth. I'm serious." (yeah, that'll get him.)
You: [walking toward me, holding out object . . . just within my grasp . . . and . . . running in other direction]
Me: "SOOONNNN NOOOOOO! Get back here right now! I said dont put that in your mouth!
.....
Oh Son . . . . why did you put that in your mouth?"
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hmm. I *Hope* it wasn't the mop. ;-)
So....what was it???!!!!
Little Che strikes again! ;)
haha so funny, I have a 10 year old son and I remember the "terrible two's". I swear he had to taste everything in the house haha.
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