Sunday, March 14, 2010

Conversations with James

Me: "James, it's time to change to your diaper."
James: "Poop, mom?"
Me: "No James, there is no poop. Remember you are supposed to tell mommy when you have a poopy diaper."
James: "Okay mommmy. No poop. Just gas?"
Me: (stiffling back a laugh) "Yes, James. There was just gas in the diaper."

(One evening before dinner)
Me: "James, what would you like for dinner?"
James: "No mommy. Play trains."
Me: "You can't play trains. It's time to eat. Are you hungry?"
James: "No."
Me: "Do you want chicken?"
James: "No."
Me: "Do you want pasta?"
James: "No"
Me: "Do you want cheeseburger?"
James: "No"
Me: "Are you just going to say No everytime I ask you something?"
James: (looking guiltily to the side) "Yes"
(His dad almost choked laughing at that one. And yes, that is usually how my conversations with James goes.)

(Looking at the pregnancy portraits hanging on his wall in his bedroom and successfully stalling before naptime)
James: "Mommy in picture and Daddy in picture. Where's James?"
Me: "Yes, that's mommy and daddy. Baby James is in mommy's tummy."
James: "Where's James?"
Me: "In mommy's tummy."
James: "Where's James?"
Me: "In mommy's tummy." (we repeat this same question/answer routine at least five more times)
After mulling it over in his two-year old brain..
James: "Baby's trapped."
Me: "Yes, the baby was trapped. But thanks to the doctor and an unplanned C-section, the baby got out just fine. He's okay now."
James: "Okay mommy."

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