10 August 2011

I've Created a Very Cute Monster

It's no secret that I have a serious addiction to Dr Pepper. I've tried to quit throughout the years - I've even been successful from time to time - but with BB copying my every move, now really is the time to kick the habit for once and for all. Especially after what happened last night:

Scene: 8:47 p.m., our office/guest bedroom, Billy on computer, me sitting on bed, BB downstairs throwing my empty can of Dr Pepper away. BB returns, proud as can be, talking a mile a minute, with a new can of Dr Pepper.

"Me strong boy (flexes muscles). Open refrigerator. Get you pop. Me share with you. Open, mom. Please."

That's a whole paragraph. (Right? More than 3 sentences of related thought is a paragraph?)

Billy and I stared at BB with our mouths hanging open. Um. Wha? Did BB just a. open the refrigerator by himself for the first time, b. flex his muscles, c. think to bring me a new pop on his own and d. say please without being asked? Who is this kid?

I didn't need a pop at 8:47 p.m. BB doesn't need pop at all. But I did what any good mom would do - I opened it. Then I painted his toenails:

(I seriously can't say no to this kid. He picked the colors for each toe. And said thank you when I was done. And then put his feet next to mine so we could look at them together.)


Gerry said...

I love that he brought you the Dr. P but with the ulterior motive of getting some for himself(and you are such a push over, MOM!)
And are you turning my grandson into a sissy boy with painted toe nails?

Mud said...

I'm so glad you have your blog to record these moments. You think you'll never forget these feelings of amazement when something new like this happens, but you do.

Wendy said...

Ha! That's hiliarious. Is the nailpolish still on his tootsies?