One Month From Three
April 30, 2014
"Ike, do you want the rest of your milk?"
"Really? No more milk?"
"NO. NO MILK. I DON'T WANT MILK EITHER."
*folds arms, stomps feet*
*puts milk away*
"NOOOO DON'T TAKE MY MILK."
"Ike, do you want your toy back?"
"Are you sure? Because once I start driving I can't give you the toy back."
"NO. NO TOY. I DON'T WANT TOY EITHER."
*folds arms, sticks out lower lip*
*puts toy on passenger seat, starts driving*
"NOOOOO GIVE MY TOY BACK."
"Ike, do you want pizza for lunch?"
"NO. NO PIZZA EITHER."
"YES! GILLED CHEE GILLED CHEE! YES!"
"Ah-ha! So you can still say that word!"
*makes him a grilled cheese, hands him a grilled cheese*
"WHERE MY PIZZA?"
In the morning:
"NO UNNERWEAR EITHER. I BABY IKE I WEAR DIAPER."
At naptime & bedtime:
"NO DIAPER EITHER. I BIG IKE I WEAR UNNERWEAR."
All the damn time:
*frenzied shrieking because it's wrong. whatever it is, it's WRONG WRONG WRONG*
Whenever I walk into a room, or pick him up from school, or sit down on the couch, or try to work in my office, or make dinner, or go to the bathroom, or basically attempt to exist on his plane of reality:
"MOM MOM MOM I NEEDA HUG MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM HUG HUG HUG TAKE ME TAKE ME HUG!"
*gives him a hug*
*gets greatest full-tilt-boogie hug in the world in return, all arms and legs and desperate squeezes*
"AW. I YOUR BABY IKE. I LIKE ME."
"I like you too, Baby Ike."