Ryder has really been a 2 year old lately and frankly I am exhausted.
Me to my 10 year old nephew, Holden: “We put 12 candy canes
on our Christmas tree and Ryder ate them all in one day.”
Holden: “Weren't you watching him?”
Ryder walks out of preschool as it is snowing one afternoon and
yells, “Ahh! The sky is throwing snowballs at my face. I must kick them!”
(And there I stood, in the parking lot of Ryder’s preschool,
watching my little ninja even out the score between him and nature. Kicking and
kicking the sky ….until I realized that I was the adult and could leave.)
And my personal favorite:
Ryder walks up to me as I’m reading a book on the couch and says: “Blow
me.”
Me (startled): “What?”
Ryder (starting to get annoyed): “Blow me."
Me: *Crickets.
(As it turns out, Ryder realized that his breath is warm and
wanted me to feel his warm breath and then he wanted to feel mine. Apparently he wanted to "blow on me" but I'm still cringing at the fact that my 2 year old asked me to blow him, no matter the context.)
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