Oh, the things children say.
From time to time, I’ll share conversations with my tiny tot (of 3.75 years).
cc: Is it still in there?
Me: Is what in where?
cc: A baby in your belly?
Me: Yes, it’s still in there.
cc: I’m gonna have a brother and sister?
Me: Brother OR sister.
cc: No, they’re both in there all together.
Me: (laughing) Good night.
Me: Let me see your fingernails.
cc: (holds up her hands)
Me: It’s time for them to get cut.
cc: See, that’s why I don’t like getting polish on my nails without a base-coat.
cc: Mother (she’s been addressing me as such for about a month now), are you still feeling nauseous?
Me: A little bit baby.
cc: Well, when we get home you can lay down.
Me: Oh, ok.
cc: (paused as if in deep thought) But, I need you to cook……….a MEAL.
Me: (laughed out loud)
cc: I’m going over Tee-tee’s house, and she likes to feed me. She gives me food, and it’s good for my emotions.
Me: (laughed hysterically)
cc: Mom, I had such a good nap. Jesus was loving me so much. Jesus loves me.
Me: What was Jesus doing while you were sleeping?
cc: He was all in my heart. He was just loving on me. I had such a good nap.
Me: That’s good baby.