Dude dumps all his play food on the kitchen floor.
As dinner time approaches (and rice is on the menu, a favourite) I ask the dude to come to the kitchen to tidy up his mess. Here is the conversation...
Mama, I can't come. I have no legs.
Well sweetie, just pull yourself along using your arms.
Mama, my arms injured in combine assident.
Oh dear. Well Ben, lay on your tummy and wiggle your way in here like a snake.
Um, mama?
Yes Ben.
I can't. My back broken. I fell out of rock a bye baby treetop at bedtime las-night.
Oh well. There is lots of rice out here. I guess I'll have to eat it all.
Mama! Wait! I all better now. It a miracle really.
And in other news the dude, who is not so little any more, is fully completely absolutely toilet trained (when awake). The big transition happened over the march break but I held off on celebrating until I could be sure everything went smoothly at the sitters this week...and it DID! Dry and clean all day every day! Such a big big boy.
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Such a funny little manh! It's amazing to see the difference a year can manke in what they understand and comprehend!
Yay for potty training! Way to go Ben!!!
It a miracle really.
Well said, Ben!
I love hearing what Ben has to say. Always puts a big smile on my face. Thankyou Ben!!!
So how old is he again!! yes a miracle, but I'm sure he worked at it too!! and so did Mama!! congratulations!! Love the conversation...so creative and quick thinking!!
congratulations and please share how you did that! As you may recall Duc does not like change (he found a nee nee last week at daycare and cried even though it has been THREE months since he last used one) and potty training has been tough.
I bought him big boy Thomas the Train undies (which he loves so much he carries them with him where ever he goes, but not enough to potty and use them) and he will pee right through them if he wears them...even if we were just in the bathroom. sigh...any hints?
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