Eitan: “When am I going to be 100?”
Mama: “In about 96 years”
Eitan: “Wow that’s a lot of playing to do!”
Eitan: “When am I going to be 100?”
Mama: “In about 96 years”
Eitan: “Wow that’s a lot of playing to do!”
I was cleaning out a closet and came across the glass Rich broke at our wedding. I showed it to Eitan.
Mama: “Eitan, this is the glass Dada broke at our wedding!”
Eitan: “On no!”
Now you’re getting the hang of it, Nana!
You didn’t follow the rules Nana. You stand over there. Papa-we can play.
Mama: “So how do you make ice cream?”
Eitan: “First you cut up apple and banana real small and mix them up. mix mix mix. then you mush them down and mix.” *accompanied by hand motions of mixing*
Mama: “What next?”
Eitan: “Add cold flavor”
Mama: “Mmm, that sounds yummy. Then what?”
Eitan: “Flour?”
Mama: “You mean sugar?”
Eitan: “Yes, sugar”
The other day we were in the car and Eitan coughed. It certainly didn’t sound concerning so I didn’t even check on him. Then we hear from the back seat in a very small voice:
“fake cough”
Mama: “We need to put Neosporin on your cut to kill the bacteria”
Eitan: “But Mama, killing is bad.”
#doublestandard
The next day:
Eitan: “I want to break your bones!”
Eitan: “I four?”
Mama: “Yes, you turned four at 2 o’clock this morning.”
Eitan: “hmmm, I didn’t notice.”
Mama, at 7am on a Sunday: “What do you want to do today, Eitan?”
Eitan: “Aaah, play play play, snack, play play play, lunch, no nappy.”
Good plan… for him.
Eitan: “I hid hummus under the couch”
Mama (not believing him but happy to have a conversation): “Oh no! Did you know hummus is made from peas?”
Eitan: “Oh”
Mama: “Chick peas”
Eitan: “Oh”
Mama: “Or you can call them garbanzo beans”
Eitan: “I have to think about that”