The other day I put some overalls on him. He came downstairs crying. I didn’t know what the matter was until finally he pointed at his pants that had come unsnapped. “Oh here, let me fix that for you.”
“Fix for you,” he replied.
Then he was happy and went back upstairs. A little while later he came back downstairs with the same problem. Again I snapped his overalls and sent him on his way. The third time he came whimpering down the stairs and said oh so pitifully, “Mama, I no like it.” Aw! That got him a new pair of trousers!
He loves to play with my hair. I asked him if he likes mama’s nose. He said, “Like Mama’s hair.”
Once I was holding him while he drank his bottle (I can’t bring myself to give the bottle up yet). One little hand was wrapped around a clump of my hair. I turned my head not realizing that I was pulling my hair out of his grasp until he demanded, “Give it back!”
“With pleasure, baby, with pleasure.” I’m going to have to be careful not to spoil him!