Baylor loves to talk, especially when it stalls the inevitable going to bed. Sometimes he says my name so much I want to pull my hair out, and usually he just says it so I will stay a little longer. But he says some of the most curious things. Here's what he said today ...
B: "Mommy, can we go to the park on December 11th?"
Me: "No, bubba, I think it'll be too cold."
B: "Mommy, what do you want to do in December?"
Me: "I don't know, sweetheart."
B: "Mommy, I want to go to the park on November 11th."
Me: "We might be able to do that."
B: "Mommy ... Mommy ... um, Mommy ... do you ... do you ... do youuuuuu ..."
Me: "Baylor, it's time to go to sleep."
B: "Um, Mommy, where is my little pillow?"
Me: "I put it up here above your head to block the sun."
B: "Mommy, I want it under my legs."
(I put it under his legs and he smiled.)
B: "Um, Mommy, what happens when you block the sun?"
Me: "You can sleep better. It's time for your nap, bubba."
B: "Mommy ... Mommy ... Mommy ... who went to level three with me at the wedding?"
Me: "Louis and David did, didn't they?"
B: (smiling) "Yeah."
Me: (heading for the door) "Alright, sweetheart, it's time for your nap."
B: "Mommy, thank you for coming!"
Me: "You're welcome."
B: "Mommy, thank you for buying things at the store today!" (I bought groceries at Meijer.)
Me: (smiling) "You're welcome, bubba."
B: "Mommy, thank you for coming!"
Me: "You're welcome, sweetheart. It's time to sleep."
B: "Um, Mommy ... Mommy ... Mommy ... um ..."
Me: "Yes, dear?"
B: "Mommy ... um ... Mommy, I love you."
And for all that, it was totally worth it.
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