Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Jimmy's Thirsty!


Over the weekend we bought Henry walkie talkies. He is very much into “spy” stuff lately and apparently this is a necessary accoutrement. It took a while to get him to figure out the whole – hold the button to talk, let go of the button to listen. It was actually quite frustrating. But now we are all good and he loves the walkie talkie. Unfortunately for Henry he developed a wicked fever the other day that reached 102 last night. As a result he had to stay home today but he seems to be on the mend. I would like to give you a taste of our walkie talkie conversation this evening:

Me: Hey Henry where are you?
Henry: I’m in the family room little lady. 10-4.
Me: How are you feeling?
Henry: Better but still sick little Mama.
Me: Do you think you are well enough to go to Michael’s for a playdate tomorrow?
Henry: Oh yes. We are going to play spies.
Me: Do you think you will be well enough to go to school tomorrow?

All of a sudden a total stranger who must have been listening in breaks into our conversation –

Stranger: Henry! Be very careful what you say!! If you say you aren’t well enough to go to school your mom will say you are not well enough to go to Michael’s!!

Henry: Um Mom?
Me: Yes?
Henry: I think I will be well enough to go to Michael’s and school tomorrow.
Stranger: atta boy.

A little later:

Me: Henry it’s bath time. I am going to run the tub now for you and Chloe.
Henry: I don’t wanna take a bath!
Me: I hear you but sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do.
Henry: But Mooooooooom. I don’t wanna take a bath.
Stranger: Henry, listen to your mom. Women like people to be clean. You can fight all you want over this one but you will have to take a bath.
Me: Thank you!
Stranger: All in a day’s work ma’am.


Last weekend I took the kids to an indoor play place. As we were getting ready to leave Henry was being a little whiney and started saying, “Henry’s thirsty. Henry needs a drink”. Now it drives me crazy when he starts with the baby talk and using the third person. So I said, “Who’s thirsty? Is JIMMY thirsty too?” A dad in the cloakroom with us then piped up and said, “GEORGE is getting ANGRY!”

Don’t you love it when someone else is on your wavelength?

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