Result of having 2 potty trained babies in the house is while one is trying to poop on the potty, the other goes "I poopoo too. Excuse me! Sorry Taylor! Taylor go poop in the sink. Mason go on the potty."
We are a family of four: 2 adults (Steve and Ting), a 2 year old toddler boy (Mason), and a baby girl (Taylor, who can't talk yet but will be quoted soon enough!) The adults have always been somewhat random, but nothing can compare to the things that are coming out of our mouths now that we have children.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Mommy how old are you?
Mason has been asked more often lately the question, "how old are you?" Naturally he starts to ask me...
Mason: "Mommy, how old are you?"
Me: "I'm 29."
Mason: "I'm two!" As he attempts to make two with his fingers without success.
Me: "Cool. You're two and a half actually."
Mason: "I'm two and a half. Mommy, how old are you?"
Me: "I'm 29."
Mason: "Twenty nine" as he attempts to count his fingers.
Me: "Can't do 29 on your fingers honey, it's a big number. Want me to count to 29?"
Mason: "Yeah!"
Me: "1, 2, 3,..., 17, 18"
Mason: "Mommy, what are you doing?"
Me: "I'm counting to 29! 19, 20, 21.."
Mason: "Mommy, what are you doing?"
Me: "I'm counting to 29! It takes a while! ... 27, 28, 29!"
Mason: "Good job mommy!"
Me: "Thank you."
Mason: "Mommy, how old are you?"
Me: "I'm two."
Mason: "I'm two too!"
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