So my sleepy, bedhead almost-two-year-old wanders out of his room one morning, rubbing his eyes and saying "Mommy...hohdchew?" (Henryspeak: 'hold you,' which actually means 'hold me') I pick him up and hug him and kiss him, then I say, "Mommy has to go to work now."
And then his face crinkles, big tears spill from his eyelids, and he says, "No Mommy. Mommy. Mommy."
Then adds, "Mommy, pwayaminute?" (Henryspeak: 'play a minute')
Of course I give in and, even though I'm already late for my commute, sit down on the floor and race toy trucks with my kiddo.
I announce to him, after a few minutes, that I really have to go to work or I'll be late and I'll be in trouble. As I'm picking up my purse and heading for the door, I hear...
"Mommy, kiss?"
I turn around and plant a big smooch on his pink, pursed lips.
I'm almost to the door, when I hear...
"Mommy, hug, too?"
Yes. He got a hug, too. I refrained from saying, "Oh, H, mommy feels guilty."
Because then he'd say, in his eager, innocent singsong voice, "Mommy...geewtee."
And he'd be so right. Geewtee, as charged.
And then his face crinkles, big tears spill from his eyelids, and he says, "No Mommy. Mommy. Mommy."
Then adds, "Mommy, pwayaminute?" (Henryspeak: 'play a minute')
Of course I give in and, even though I'm already late for my commute, sit down on the floor and race toy trucks with my kiddo.
I announce to him, after a few minutes, that I really have to go to work or I'll be late and I'll be in trouble. As I'm picking up my purse and heading for the door, I hear...
"Mommy, kiss?"
I turn around and plant a big smooch on his pink, pursed lips.
I'm almost to the door, when I hear...
"Mommy, hug, too?"
Yes. He got a hug, too. I refrained from saying, "Oh, H, mommy feels guilty."
Because then he'd say, in his eager, innocent singsong voice, "Mommy...geewtee."
And he'd be so right. Geewtee, as charged.
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