The better my child becomes at communication the more I find myself apologizing.  Not that Chase is having new thoughts, but now strangers can actually make out what he is saying.

My list of apologies for the week (and mind you, it’s only Tuesday morning):

               I am sorry to the petite woman at Coborn’s with a really short haircut.  I’m sure Chase didn’t actually mean to say, “Look at the little boy,” and point in your direction. 

               My apologies to the pizza delivery woman.  I realize that just because you were wearing a sports shirt and athletic shorts, doesn’t mean that you are necessarily on a softball team and on your way to practice, but apparently Chase didn’t know that.  (But my toddler does bring up a good point, maybe your company should invest in some matching uniforms.  I’m sure it’s confusing for children to have their food delivered by an athlete lookalike and not snazzy restaurant employee.  He’s going to be disappointed when Michael Jordan doesn’t make his nuggets at McDonald's now.)

               My apologies to the teeny bopper who was crying at Target the other day.  I’m sure my child didn’t mean to call you a “little baby.”  I’m sure it is completely age appropriate for a 12 year old to cry over not getting a new pair of shoes.  I don’t know how that behavior could have confused a toddler. 

 

               My apologies to my kitchen walls.  I’m sure it was a disappointment when we spent all night painting you, just the right color of blue and Chase’s only response when he woke up and saw it was, “I like orange.”

               My most sincere apologies to my backside.  It was hurtful when Chase said, “Mom, I have a little butt and you have a big squishy butt.”   Little does he know, he’s the reason my derriere isn’t nearly as perky as it used to be.

Well, from the bottom of my heart- I’m sorry (but if you don’t want to be offended by my toddler in the future, you may want to stay out of his path.)

Who couldn't forgive this little nugget?  :)