[Setting: naptime.]
B: I have to go poop.
Me: Okay. Call me when you're done.
B: Mama, I have a confession to make.
[Edges close to me, whispers in my ear.]
B: It's too scary because the light is off.
[I accompany him to the john and flip on the light.]
[Two minutes later.]
B: I'm do-o-o-one.
[I enter the bathroom to find him undressed, seated on the toilet, holding his pants.]
B: Wait! Start over!
[I leave the bathroom and then announce my return. I enter the bathroom to find him still seated, this time with the pants over his head.]
First time I've heard the kid say "I have a confession to make." Maybe it's from a SpongeBob script?
Saturday, March 19, 2005
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It would totally freak me out to hear my kid say "I have a confession to make." To hear a confession about bowel movements would be quite a relief, I think.
That's funny.
And don't you just love the whole "No! Go back!" thing when you haven't somehow fit into the little internal narrative or scene-setting?
If only we could make all the people in our lives provide do-overs. Bad performance appraisal? Tell your boss to start over! Losing an argument? Start over! You said something stupid? Start over!
Heh, exactly. I wish.
that was just cute...:)
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