Having a toddler is like having a really unflattering mirror.
Kendall’s in this phase where he likes to mimic us. He busts out the craziest/funniest things lately, and our first reaction is always to look at each other and say, “Do we SAY (DO) that?” After much introspection, we usually come to the conclusion that yes, we do.
I handed Kendall a chocolate chip cookie yesterday after school. His response? “Sweet!” Do we say that? *sigh* Yes, we do.
He pleaded for another chocolate chip cookie by telling us, quite adamantly “LAST one! Momma, LAST one!” like some sort of alcoholic begging for a drink for the road. That’s actually a common phrase around here. We’re often telling him this is the “last” of this and that in an effort to stifle future meltdowns over cutting him off after 8 clementine oranges or 6 walnuts 45 minutes before dinner.
In another attempt to buy himself some time on the potty before making his deposit the other day, he dramatically threw his head on my lap (I was sitting next to him on the edge of the bathtub) and sighed heavily “I SAD.” He took a deep breath, threw his head to the other side and repeated, “I SAD!” We determined he was “sad” because I wouldn’t let him play with the toilet paper. Scott says he’s merely mimicking my dramatics. It’s quite possible, I’ll admit.
He got a new pair of sunglasses at Old Navy last week and proceeded to walk around the store putting them on with grand, elaborate gestures, then pushing them up on his head and sighing. I know he’s mimicking me, and this now makes me very self conscious about the manner in which I put on and remove my sunglasses. It also makes me highly aware of anytime I sigh. It seems I sigh a lot.
Oddly? He’s mimicking the sighing and NOT the four letter words that usually follow it…. for now. I swear, I’m working really hard on eliminating those from my vocabulary, or at least the vocabulary that’s not said under my breath.
Kendall is 2. *Sigh*