Mac Chats

I see Cormac looking in a hand mirror with his mouth open wide.  Me: Everything ok over there? Mac: Yeah. I’m just trying to see where the hiccups come from.  Me: Oh ok. Makes sense.  I then tried to explain where they actually come from but that wasn’t as exciting.

Cormac is playing baby and I offer him a bottle. He says yes so I pretend to pour milk and screw on the top. He stops me.  “No. Not like that. Dump it out!” I dump it out.  “I want chocolate on the bottom. Then pour the milk on top. Don’t stir it.” Sheesh. Ok. Editors note. He has never had chocolate milk (to my knowledge) nor have we ever discussed it. I blame school.  

Cormac’s questions for Cinderella: “Do you live here? Where do you eat? What’s your favorite food? Do you work here?” (He has asked her why she has such a big castle and no roller coaster at our last visit, so I was relieved he didn’t ask her again.) After answering patiently, Cinderella asks, “Cormac, would you like a photo?” “Yes please”. And this is what I get. 

Cormac: If I peed on the floor, would you be mad? Me: If you did it on purpose, yeah, probably pretty mad.  Cormac: Like how mad until you’d be happy again? Would you be mad for a minute or like, ALL day? Me: Let’s not find out.  🤦‍♀️

Tonight’s conversations to stall bedtime were deep and beautiful.  Mom, when I grow bigger, will I still be me? Will it still be my body? Will it still be my face? I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself. I keep making bad choices.  Sniff. We had good conversation about both topics. 

I started out with some bad choices today. Then I got it together, became a good guy, and made good choices! 

Mac: Knock knock Miah: Who’s there? Mac: Jimmy Miah: Jimmy who? Mac: Jimmy, the guy knocking on the door!