Laundromat

It’s no secret that Chase is my main squeeze; we spend tons of time together.  I am very blessed that I am able to spend as much time with my little munchkin as I do (although, I don’t think it will ever be enough- I mean seriously, if he’s not hanging out with me- then he’s making memories without me in them.  And we all know that isn’t acceptable.), but sometimes I forget that I am speaking with a two year old. 

It has always been very easy to carry on conversations with my tiny tot.  I believe his large vocabulary has made my parenting gig fairly easy so far because he has- for the most part- been able to communicate to me what he wants and needs.  We can actually go days without a tantrum because we are usually on the same page (unless I eat his last ho-ho and then all hell breaks loose.  Seriously, Chase still refers to me as, “The mommy who ate the last ho-ho,” at least once a week.  Had I known this was going to be an issue for months, upon months, I would have hidden the empty wrapper.  Man can my child hold a grudge.)  

But usually there is something in our conversations that reminds me he is a two year old.  For example:

The other day, Chase and I passed a Laundromat (which we have passed twice a day for the last 2.5 years- but for some reason one day it stuck out to him) and this was our conversation:

Chase: “Mama (yes, my child refers to me as Mama, and yes- I think it is adorable.), what’s that building called?”

Me: “It’s a Laundromat.”

Chase: “What’s a Laundromat?”

Me: “It’s where people can go to wash and dry their clothes if they don’t have a washing machine or dryer at home.”

Chase: “Why don’t people have them at home?”

Me: “There are many reasons.”

Chase: “What reasons?”

Me: “Well, sometimes people don’t have enough money to buy a washer and dryer or they may live in an apartment that doesn't have a washing machine or dryer.”

Chase: “Why don’t they have money?”

Me (trying to be as insightful (and educational) as possible): “Well, there are many reasons; sometimes a Mommy or a Daddy lost a job, or maybe a family member is sick, or maybe they had to use their money to buy something else they really needed.”

Chase: “Oh or a monster bit their face off?”

Me: “Yes child. Sometimes people don’t have washers and dryers because a monster bit off their face.”

And that is where we ended the conversation, because frankly, I tried my hardest and failed.  My insightfulness (totes not an actual word- just kidding, I am too old to say totes instead of totally) was wasted on this conversation. 

Yup that's totally my child picking his nose. Typical Chase.