One recent example: His father has just left on a 6-8 month deployment. We'd go through the normal "I want Daddy" things: he'd stub his toe, he wouldn't want to go to bed, etc. Basically, if my presence is just not cutting it, he asks for Daddy (that being said, were Daddy to be in the room, his next go-to is Nana and Grampy).
But I digress.
So, one night, he's headed in to bed, and he turns to me and says, "Daddy is going to come home while I'm sleeping. He's going to come in while I'm asleep and when I wake up he will be here. Do you like my kwan?" I (while my heart is completely breaking) respond, "Well, I sure do like your plan, babe, but I don't think it's going to work like that." He was fine with my answer and trotted into bed, and he hasn't said anything like that since.
|What a little imp! Deployment Day.|
Fast forward to Monday morning. I'm laying in bed, denying that the day has begun, when I hear Nathan run into his room and jump onto the bed. My three-year-old slams a kitchen drawer, exclaiming, "I got a spoon!!" Oh, no. So I drag myself in to his room, and they immediately dive under the covers. I pull back the bedspread to find them each clutching a spoon, and Nathan has a cup of chocolate pudding that he's obviously been trying to open.
I start laughing, and I say (like a good mother) that it's too early for chocolate pudding. I mean, obviously, chocolate pudding shouldn't be ingested before 8 am, right?
Nathan looks at me innocently and says (in total seriousness), "But Mom! Look what this says! It says, 'This is chocolate pudding. It is really good for you, and will make you strong and brave.'" This is what he was reading:
Of course, with that I had no choice but to open the chocolate pudding for him, and to get one for Brady, too. :) Chocolate pudding for all (before 8 am)! What can I say? I'm just an awesome mom.