We laugh at the things the boys say on a regular basis, but honestly...Cole takes the cake. He does not stop talking ALL day long and is constantly debating me on things. At the end of the day, I don't know which part of me is more tired...my body or my brain! The debates are constant.
Mommy: Okay Cole. So first we are going to go to school, then mommy will pick you up. Then we will go to the park.
Cole: No, that is not a good idea. FIRST we will go to the park. THEN we can go to school another day. (This is said with lots of dramatic flair, hands waving and head nodding as if to say "got it?")
And this is just a brief sampling of the discussion!! The debates typically go on and on. At the moment, he is not a big fan of school. Last week, he tried to tell us that the school nurse told him not to go to school that week as he had a boo-boo on his ear. He was so funny going on and on with his story. Then when I told him I knew the nurse and would just give her a quick call...he started back-pedaling like crazy. The boy is THREE.
The other day, I was up in my room feeding the baby. Cole came upstairs and said, "Mommy, you look so com-fer-able. You should stay here and RELAX." Immediately my mommy radar goes off. I told him I was done feeding the baby and thought I would come downstairs instead. He started to panic, "NO MOMMY!! You look tired!! Sit in bed!!" And he started pushing me back into the room. Of course, when I went downstairs, I discovered that they had opened their own paints, pulled out the brushes and were conducting their own little art project in the kitchen.
Our little debater is also very adept at verbally expressing his emotions. Some of the favorite Cole-isms heard around the house have to be:
- I'm fust-er-rated!!! (Said with hands firmly planted on hips.)
- That is NOT a good idea!
- He/She/That makes me ANGRY! (Again...hands on hips.)
- Tommy that is NOT a nice thing to do!
- And my new favorite - "Let's just NOT talk about it." This is usually in reference to school or any situation that makes him stressed.
Today, when I picked Cole up from school he had a band-aid on his face. It took me and Kevin half the afternoon to learn the *real* story of what happened as he kept giving us a variety of scenarios that were highly unlikely. In the end, we learned he was up running around when he shouldn't have been and fell and cut his cheek. "My leg stopped working and I fell." He said sadly.
Future politician?!? It's starting to look like a promising career path for this child! :)
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