Every day he makes me laugh. And some days he frustrates me. Yet every day I love him more.
He is talking more and more each day. The following two conversations took place yesterday.
Conversation #1…at the supper table.
Me: “Titus, your sisters said you were mean to the kids at playgroup today. Were you mean?”
Titus: “No. No mean. Rude.”
Hmmm….so very thankful you were just rude and not mean? So much better?!?! Ugh.
Conversation #2…took place at my brother’s house, where Titus behaved more like a crazed maniac than a little boy. I was talking to him about the fact that he had just chucked something across the room.
Me: “Titus, show me your hands.” (he proudly held up his hands) “Who made those hands?”
Me: “Yes, God made your hands. How does God want your hands to act?”
Me: “No, not mean.” How does God want your hands to act?”
Me: (getting frustrated, yet trying not to laugh at the same time) “No!”
Me: “Yes, buddy. God wants your hands to be nice.” (and Mommy can’t believe that his conversation actually took place. She’s quite certain she’s not cut out to raise such a spunky monkey!)
I love you, little buddy!!!!