Conversation with a two-year-old
Yesterday at approximately 11:30AM:
me: Henry, would you like a V8?
Henry: B8! B8! B8! Okay B8!
me: Oh boy! V8!
I rinse out his cup, pour some V8 into it, put the lid back on, put the straw back in, and then hand it to Henry.
Henry: Sob! Wail! (Falls to the floor, tears streaming.)
me: What? What did I do? Oh, right...
I take the straw out and hand the cup and straw to Henry. He hands them back to me.
Henry: Mommy do it.
I reinsert the straw into the lid of the cup and hand it back to Henry.
Henry: Sob! Wail! Trauma!
me: Gah! NOW what did I wrong?...oh...wait...
Open refrigerator, put cup on bottom shelf, close door. Henry walks over and taps the refrigerator door.
Henry: Mommy do it.
I open the refrigerator, Henry reaches in, take his cup of V8, and walks off into the living room, happily sipping away. Meanwhile, I have a nervous breakdown.
Comments
just to make me feel better, tell me you made this up. it is a funny story right....
Posted by: phoebe | November 27, 2007 04:26 PM
I have Monday and Tuesday off next week! Yay! I can't wait to share your nervous breakdown with you, Jenn. And Henry... Henry should come prepared for lots of kisses and hugs and grammy time.
Posted by: Debbie | November 28, 2007 01:07 PM
Sadly, I did not make it up.
And mom, you can have the nervous breakdown all to yourself. I plan on dropping Henry off and getting a room at the Liberty Hotel for the weekend.
Posted by: Jenn | November 28, 2007 01:12 PM
Let's go there for lunch and take pictures of ourselves behind bars. Hee! Do you think we could afford it?
Posted by: Debbie | November 28, 2007 01:16 PM