Wiggle Man: When I grow up, I play saxophone/drive fire truck/play drums/play dulcimer/play soccer/play for Toronto Blue Jays? (Um, totally yes to that last one.)
WM: Ouchie, Mommy, ouchie.
Me: Oh, baby. Does your head still hurt? (He had bumped it pretty hard the night before.)
WM: Yes. I broke me, Mommy. I broke me.
(Upon seeing me first thing this morning, having washed my hair last night and slept on it while wet:)
WM: What's this, Mommy? (Touching my hair.)
Me: That's Mommy's hair when it's curly.
WM: Curly?????
Me: Yes, curly. Mommy hasn't fixed her hair yet.
WM: Your hair broken, Mommy?
Me. Yes. Yes, it's broken.
WM: You fix it? (Grabs a curl.) Boing, boing, boing, boing...
WM: I hungry. I want a snack.
Me: You're hungry?
WM: Yes. I has a snack-ache.
This is why I spend much of the day laughing.
Kisses,
Too cute! Thanks for the update.
ReplyDeleteLOL, that's hilarious! I frequently have snackaches, I just didn't know that's what they were called :D
ReplyDeleteToo cute! He is a funny little boy.
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