Toddler Tales
"Conversations" with my son:
(Back home from church)
Mom: 'Pet, let Mom change your clothes so we can go down for lunch.
Eli: Bag!
Mom: Let's go, 'pet. Tatay's waiting downstairs. He cooked us some yummy soup.
Eli: Bag! Bag!
Mom: Give Mom the bag please, you can play with it after lunch.
Eli: Oh no!
Mom: Elijah....
Eli: Baaaaaaaaaag!
Mom takes the bag away. All hell breaks loose.
*****
(5:00 in the morning. Before the sun.)
Eli: Kiss!
(proceeds to plant several damp smooches on various body parts)
Mom: *mumble-mumble*
Eli: Hug!
(drapes his heavy legs and prodigious tummy over his mother's neck)
Mom: 'Pet... *mumble-mumble* ...Mommy's still sleepy. Go back to your bed. *mumble-mumble* Sleep some more.
Eli: (puts his finger to his lips) Shhhhhh.....Shhhhh....Shhhhhh....
(two point five seconds later.....)
Eli: Kiss! Hug!
*****
(At the breakfast table during Monday morning rush.)
Eli: Deeeenk! (points to Manong Woog's chocolate milk)
Manong Woog obligingly pours some of his milk into Eli's plastic elephant cup.
Eli: No! Deeenk! Deeenk! (ignores his cup and makes a grab for Manong Woog's ceramic mug)
Woog, aided by the memory of his brother flinging one of Mom's precious porcelain coffee cups to the floor, spirits his mug away to safety. All hell breaks loose.
*****
(Last few minutes before school and work commute. Shined shoes are laid out in a row.)
Eli: Shus!
(takes off his slippers and slips into Tatay's shoes. )
*clomp-clomp-clomp*
Eli: Shus!
Yaya: Eli, no. Take off Tatay's shoes. Tatay will get mad.
Eli: No! No! No! Shus!
*clomp-clomp-clomp*
Yaya tries to offer him his own shoes.
Eli: No! No! No!
He crouches on all fours and sticks like a gecko on the floor, but Tatay comes over, gives him a kiss and relieves him of his borrowed footwear. All hell breaks loose.
*****
(Nighttime, post-bath. )
Mom: Ok, 'pet, time for your jammies. Let Mom put them on.
Eli: Oh no!
Mom: Look, it's the one with the trucks and cars! Vrrroooom-vrrrrooom!
Eli: No! No!
Mom: It's cold, 'pet. You can't sleep in your diapies. Your tummic will hurt.
Eli: (resisting all efforts to be carried) No! No! No! Noooooooo!
Mom puts on her angry face. All hell breaks loose.
*****
3 comments:
oh gosh! is this going to be my conversations with iago when he grows up? aarrrgh! LOLz.
ON LIKE A PERVERT..
i thought so. :)
i don't know, it's just that blogging makes me feel like im showing my naked body to the world when im blogging about myself and my family.
'Big Bag' made me laugh.
nobe - it's different with every child. I never had this problem with my older son, probably because he was an early talker and could express his wishes better. He was more kulit than tantrum-y.
xbox - he likes hiding himself in stuff. This morning he banged his head on the bedpost during one of his baby-inside-the-blanky games.
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