Mac Chats

 Last night’s bedtime with Mac: (Backstory) I always offer him a bedtime song before bed. Lately, he’s asked for “Perfect Day” by Lou Reed. The challenge is that I have to sing it and make up lyrics on the spot that recap his day. It’s actually super fun. So we’re cuddling and chatting... Me: Do you want a bedtime song? Mac: (hugs me tight) ummm... Psychokiller? Me: 🤦‍♀️ Luckily, the song is pretty easy to turn into a lullaby. But. Yikes, buddy. Yikes.

 At least when he tells me he’s listening to the words, he isn’t bullshitting me.  Mac: You may find yourself... Me: Behind the wheel of a large automobile Mac: You may find yourself  Me: In a beautiful house  Mac: With a beautiful wife Me: You may ask yourself Mac: How did I get here? 😂🤣😍 

Cormac Gender: Male Origin: Irish Meaning: Destroying Son Self-fulfilling prophecy? Or just foresight on our part? (Asking for my horsehair plaster wall that met the business-end of some Hotwheels).

Morning Mac: (Mood: cranky) I don’t want to eat dinner (breakfast)! I want to watch TV. I’ll watch TV. You make my dinner. I’ll wait.  🤨 I know all two-year-olds have ‘tude. I felt like we ended up with more than our fair share.

A lunch dialogue: Mac: I want a treat! Miah: I’ll get you a yogurt pouch.  Mac: 😠 Yogurt is NEVER a treat.  Fair. But. That’s what you get, Professor Littleboy.

Today’s bedtime from Señor Sassmaster: (We let him take two matchbox cars to bed. Don’t judge please. It makes everyone happy.) Miah: goodnight, Mac Mac: I need my gold car (We have several. Miah ran downstairs, grabbed one and swapped it out) Mac: That’s not the right gold car... but it’s A gold car.  Miah: 😶

On our car ride today: Mac: Mom, please stop singing.  Me: Oh, but I like to! Is my voice bad? Mac: No. it’s nice.  Me: Then why can’t I sing? Mac: I need to hear the words.  Me: Fair. But just so you know, some people like to sing along to songs.  Mac: SOME people should stay quiet. I’m LISTENING.  🤦‍♀️ What do I even SAY to that?!