My almost one-year-old daughter’s babble is blissful; her laughs are contagious; and her infant gestures are joyous!
And my three-year-old son is a typical, inquisitive boy! He picks up bugs, rolls in the sand, rides his bike like a bat out of he**, tests our patience, tries new words without knowing the full meaning, and engages in incredibly comical conversation that often goes a little something like this…
“When I be bigger, I drive a motorcycle.”
“You will, but you have to eat all of your meat and veggies so you can reach the handlebars.”
“When I be a daddy, I use a knife.”
“Correct, sir. When you grow up, you can use a knife to cut your food.”
“When I be a dog, I eat treats.”
“Yes, if you were a dog, you would eat treats when you behaved well.”
“When I be a mommy, I wear these!”
“Yes, sweetheart. When you’re a mommy, you can wear as many high heels as you want!”
I absolutely love these conversations, while my husband sits back and cringes.