Henry told me this morning over breakfast that he was full of Whines and he left his Thank Yous at somebody else's house.
That got me thinking about all the conversations I have fantasized about having with my kids, and ones I still imagine for when we are teaching them to drive or moving them out of the house. Somehow, Henry and Svea always come up with questions and scenarios that I could have never dreamt.
For instance, the other morning Svea came waddling into the play room, stark naked and said, "Look Mom! I'm an elephant!"
Then she turned around and she had her purple pajama pants wedged in her bum crack as her tail.
Then there's the potty humor that I find so disarming like when they ask for a piece of poop in a bowl for a special treat and then explain through giggles that they really mean a Little Debbie Swiss Cake Roll. Who wouldn't laugh at that?
Henry came up to me the other day and say simply, "Smell my finger."
I had to explain that as a general rule, I just don't do that.
Then he got frustrated with me the one when dinner was taking too long to cook and his hair hurt and it also didn't look pretty when he took off his hat (all his words), then upon hearing me giggle at his trauma he yelled, "Mom, I don't want to hear another peep out of me!"
At that moment, I couldn't agree more.