Mommy! MOMMY!
What?
Because whatever oh, so important thing I was doing--cooking supper, folding laundry, making sure the baby didn't topple off the couch--was obviously a far second in importance to whatever crisis had arisen in 3-year-old land.
I need my real wings.
Excuse me? What?
I was unaware he had fake wings, let alone real ones.
I. Need. My. Real. Wings.
Okay...why do you need wings?
You have to go buy me some so I can fly. Outside.
Sometimes, life really is that simple.
4 comments:
I love the way kids think!
Go on then mom, go get some from the spare wing shop.
Now!
It's so great to hear your conversations with Jacob! I can't believe I just found your blog Sunday morning. Maybe it's because my mom and dad took Iain to the museum so I actually had time to notice your comment you left two months ago!! Chris and I are excited we discovered your and Husband's blogs. It's great!
Sub...are we incognito now? The houses gave you away! :D
And, yes, he has some amazing problem solving skills. Problem: I can't fly. Solution: purchase wings. Done. Next?
Sarah! What?! You had a moment to yourself and you spent it reading our blogs?! What's the matter with you? But I'm glad you did! It's almost like staying in touch!
So - to make it worse, I'm in the lab at 1:30am (a moment alone) also reading your blogs.
Wish I were there to teach Jacob to fly...
Chris
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