"What a mess!" My son said to me when I dropped a box of his building blocks on the floor. Talk about role reversal!
I have to be uber careful about what I say around J these days. He is emulating not just what I say, but how I say it as well. Scary!
"Oh my God!"
"In a minute."
"Come on, M-----."
"Vaidehi, Vaidehi, Vaidehi," when he really wants my attention.
"J---- manage." When asked if he needed help getting out of his car seat.
"No kissy, no cuddle." M and I being told what was wanted, or in this case not wanted, in no uncertain terms.
"Morning, Sunshine." J greets the morning with a bright smile, most days.
Baby Grope - is what J insists on calling his babygro. Sigh!
I was telling J about why he should take care when climbing stairs. I told him that if it is a big boo boo, Aai will not be able to kiss it better. He might need to see a doctor. J looks at me with his innocent brown eyes and says, "Doctor kissy." I do so wish it was always that easy, my sweets.