For a few weeks now, anytime I have said "I love you" to Jacks, he has said, "No, Mommy, don't say that." At first it kind of made me sad, but I knew he just probably didn't want to have to say it back or something like that. (Boys!) Well, yesterday I realized why it is that he doesn't want me to say it.
We were riding home from the gym, and I said, "I love you, Jacks". I really wasn't trying to upset him; I just say it all the time instinctively. You can't help but say it when you look in the rear view mirror and see that sweet thing staring at you.
He said, "No, mommy. Don't leave. Don't go 'eddy-where'. Come home wif me. Play cars at my house." Ahhh! So apparently he is (currently) equating "I love you" with "I'm about to go somewhere".
Poor little guy.
He's also been saying something that cracks.me.up. If he's caught doing something wrong, he quickly says, "It's okay. It's fine" in this overly sweet voice I would use if I was trying to assure him something was okay. I have to laugh every time.
Yesterday as we were driving home (same time the earlier story came from), I braked sort of hard to stop for a yellow light. He said, "Oh, shoot. It's okay, Mommy. It's fine. You meant stop?" Haha. He is such a little character. I really don't know what to do with him at times. I could write story after story.
No, I don't have a whole lot of time to write stories these days, but I love Two. So far I would not call it "terrible" in any way. Sure, there are tantrums. And downright hilariously irrational behavior. But that's what being two is all about! :)
We were riding home from the gym, and I said, "I love you, Jacks". I really wasn't trying to upset him; I just say it all the time instinctively. You can't help but say it when you look in the rear view mirror and see that sweet thing staring at you.
He said, "No, mommy. Don't leave. Don't go 'eddy-where'. Come home wif me. Play cars at my house." Ahhh! So apparently he is (currently) equating "I love you" with "I'm about to go somewhere".
Poor little guy.
He's also been saying something that cracks.me.up. If he's caught doing something wrong, he quickly says, "It's okay. It's fine" in this overly sweet voice I would use if I was trying to assure him something was okay. I have to laugh every time.
Yesterday as we were driving home (same time the earlier story came from), I braked sort of hard to stop for a yellow light. He said, "Oh, shoot. It's okay, Mommy. It's fine. You meant stop?" Haha. He is such a little character. I really don't know what to do with him at times. I could write story after story.
No, I don't have a whole lot of time to write stories these days, but I love Two. So far I would not call it "terrible" in any way. Sure, there are tantrums. And downright hilariously irrational behavior. But that's what being two is all about! :)
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I loved playing cars with him yesterday! Such a sweet boy.
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