This evening, Nicholas brought me his cup and asked for a drink. I asked him what he wanted in his cup and he said, "Juicey!"
I had to inform him that there was no more juice so it had to be milk or water. He toddles off into the kitchen and opens the fridge. I figure he's making sure Mommy isn't being a liar, but no he was up to no good!
He walks back in to the living room with his cup under one arm and tells me he wants a beer in his cup. I look up to see him carrying one of Stephen's bottles of beer. There is my not quite 3 year old holding out a beer for me to dump into his cup. He was serious; he wanted a beer in his cup!
What could I do? I cracked up laughing. Nicholas just stood there grinning from ear to ear not quite understanding why I was in hysterics. He was very proud of himself for finding something more interesting to drink than milk or water.
Only one of my kids, eh? LOL
Our Childhoods, Cake Wrecked
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Good Lord I'm behind in my reading! I will get caught up here tonight. Love stories about little boys.
BTW have you updated us on your medical condition?
TTYL
Christne, your life is the never-ending gong-show. I was next door to your house this weekend but I didn't see any vehicles out front. I thought I'd try popping in and surprising you, but after that last time, I thought you might punch me if I just showed up... lol
Babzy, there is no new news at the moment. I have a neuro consult on Sept 7th and we'll go from there.
Hope, I park the van in the garage now so I'm rarely up front. As for punching you for dropping by, I'm not the violent sort...usually. LOL In fact, you might have pulled me out of my stupor if you HAD dropped by. ;-)
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