Mac Chats

Overheard at lunch: Cormac whispering to his goldfish cracker: You’re going to be next.  😶 Yikes.

The first words out of his mouth: “Can I drive it?”  No. No you may not. 

 Having a conversation about pronouns with a toddler quickly devolves into a “Who’s on first” routine.  Mac: I’m ME. You’re YOU! Me: Yes, that’s right Mac: You can’t be ME. I’m ME Me:  I’m me too. When I’m talking.  Mac: No. You’re you. I’m ME.  He’s not wrong.

  Someone decided he needed an array of snacks to watch Aunt KimberLEE teach mommy yoga. Impressive.  Also this morning: “Mommy, I used a screwdriver!” Me: “You did?! For what?” Mac: “For screwing Yoda” (Fixing his Yoda robot, I hope)

Cormac: It’s the Amazon truck!! It’s here to pick up Cormac! Me: 😮🧐 Miah:  I may have told him that... 😛

Tonight while we made dinner he looked at us and said, “What a perfect day. It’s in my heart.”  Well said, sweetheart. Well said. And cue the happy tears.

The constant rants of a two-year-old can be simultaneously exhausting and hilarious. We got some wisdom dropped on us this evening. In case you didn’t know: “Birds fly. Bugs fly. Hummingbirds fly. Cats fly. No, they don’t fly. Butterflies fly. Cormacs just walk. Tom Petty sings ‘Free Fallin’.” All very true. Cormacs also ride. And talk. Endlessly.