My little Ry-Ry Pumpkin Pie has been quite the 2 year old
lately. You know, I always think that I
have decent self-esteem until one of my children opens their mouth and speaks
to me. I can give a 4 hour presentation to an auditorium full of professionals without a sweat but one conversation with my 2 year old can
have me questioning all of my life’s decisions.
Last week after singing our usual bedtime song, I laid Ryder
down in his crib, covered him ever-so-gently with his blanket and started
rubbing his back. His sweet little blue
eyes looked up at me and I replied to him with a big, warm smile. Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more grateful
for this sweet little human of mine, he opened up his mouth and said, “Put your
big teeth away. Cover them with your big
top cover,” and rolled the opposite direction to face the wall.
Oh, sweet Ryder, do you mean that you want me to put my top
lip over my teeth and stop smiling at you?
Sweet dreams you asshole.
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