A few of this week’s OGT’s for #1 son.
Remember, he’s 4.
To the babysitter as she walks in the door and he jumps into her arms:
“Oh Katie! I love your hair! Oh, and I love your shoes!”
(he doesn’t say his “r’s” or “th’s” so it sounds like “I love yo hay-o. . .”)
While riding in the car with me last week:
“Mommy, I love this music! What is it?”
Me: “It’s called opera”
“oh Opawa. I like it.”
Tonight before dinner:
“Mommy, I need this table to be upstairs for me to eat my dinner on. See? This table where I am pointing my finger. And this chair that matches it. I need both of them.”
Me: “Okay, I will take it up for you.”
“And they will need a tablecloth too.”
Me: “How about a towel? It will fit better.”
“NO! It needs a tablecloth!”
(will you require the Limoges as well, or will the everyday ceramic suffice?)