Cormac is not-so-patiently waiting for iPad time by barrel rolling onto me on the couch. One of his jump attacks involves him banging his ankle on the coffee table.
“See, mom! That’s why I should be on the iPad”. 💀
Crawls into my dress. (muffled) I’m a baby. Kick kick. (Squirms around) kick kick! Hey! Is that your bra? I’m a baby in your pouch. (Busts out of the bottom of my dress) Pop! I’m out!!! And that, folks, is how babies are born.
Cormac: Mom, I love you so much. Do you know WHY I love you? Me: I’m intrigued. Why? Cormac: Well, I love your breasts and your hair. That’s why I love you! Me: 😳 Cormac: I love mommies so I love breasts and hair. Me: Makes sense. This has started with a sweet conversation about how we were so lucky to find one another through space and time. This is where we arrived
Cormac: What happened to my sandwich? Me: It’s something new. Peanut butter and honey. Cormac: Where’s the jelly? Me: No jelly. I thought we could switch it up. Cormac: Why would you ever think I want to try something new? Me: I really should know better.
Comments
Post a Comment