Cancan is becoming a verbose little being …and it’s hilarious. It makes me giddy to enter into actual full-blown conversations, like this:
But for now, I thought I’d take the time to instead write down what I hear myself saying, within the time frame of a single hour.
Take breakfast, for instance…
“Cancan, would you like to eat babies?” (He’s affectionately deemed his favorite yogurt, “babies,” for the picture of a baby on the front of it).
And then a few minutes later…
“Okay, we don’t throw babies on the floor.” Because yes, babies are not meant for throwing.
A few minutes later, his friend Baby Ruth shows up to play, and she wants a hug…
“Cancan, stop being a linebacker! We don’t tackle our friends.”
And then, while reading books…
“Cancan, please don’t head butt Mama. …Cancan, no head butt. …Cancan, head butt hurts!”
Soon we decide to step outside and play with cars and trucks and gravel…
“No no, Cancan. We don’t put gravel in our mouth-“
His reply: “DOH!” “DOH DOH DOH DOH DOH!” I’ll show you, Ma! I totally know what “No!” means!
And finally, after an intense meltdown when I won’t let him attempt to consume dirty gravel and make him come inside…
“Mama loves Cancan.” He looks up, absorbing my words, gulping down one last tear.
“…and Dada,” he replies. My own eyes fill with tears – yes, and Dada too. He gets it. He gets this thing called love.
Might you too find beauty and grace and laughter in the smallest of conversations today.
What about you? What’s the funniest thing a little person has said to you lately? And more importantly, should we continue to let my kid eat babies?0