Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Time Out

I was reading bedtime stories to Nick and, in the spirit of goofy fun, made a spitting gesture at him - just this fish lip hoot noise, not real saliva flying. Instead of laughing, he looked at me and said "No, Mommy, you don't spit at me." Taken back, I apologized. Then he said. "I still love you, Mommy." I thanked him. Then he said "Time out!"

So there I was, 9:30 PM, sitting on the floor of his bedroom, thinking about my actions.

It's sad that my 2 year old now has better manners than me.

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