"Daddy, daddy, daddy" freaking 'daddy'
All day long... Daddy, daddy, daddy
Woke up this morning, went to Half Priced Books (a dangerous place for bookwhores like my husband and I, even our son loves books). They were having an extra 20% off everything sale due to the holiday. Again, very dangerous.
The very first thing my husband does, every time we go to the bookstore, is put his mini-me into the cart and head over to the children's section. Every time, without fail. Our son always gets a book even if my husband and I don't. Seriously, the kid lives for books. So they are over there picking out books, several of them, and I join in. I find some I know little man likes (Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, specifically) and toss it into the cart. I see that he is already fixated on a book about numbers that "Daddy" picked out. He is obsessed with it. Starfish, numbers, leaves, numbers, clocks, numbers, games, numbers, animals, numbers..... it's all in there. I can see why he loves it. Long story short, we look around and two bags full later, we leave.
Little man insists on reading that book in the car. At breakfast. Carrying it in the house all by himself. He loves it. Hubby is in the office and overhears me make a comment to the boy about "Gee, you sure do love that book" when he interjects "that daddy bought you."
I ignore him.
I further comment that little man is so good at reading the numbers in the book when hubby yells "that daddy bought you."
Everything I say is finished with "that daddy bought/stole/made/found/thought of for you."
When I fall silent, I hear "Wow, what a GREAT mummy you have...that daddy picked out for you."
Guess what my son says all the freaking time.....
Yeah, 'daddy.' Even when daddy has gone down another aisle, little man says 'daddy.'
Woke up this morning, went to Half Priced Books (a dangerous place for bookwhores like my husband and I, even our son loves books). They were having an extra 20% off everything sale due to the holiday. Again, very dangerous.
The very first thing my husband does, every time we go to the bookstore, is put his mini-me into the cart and head over to the children's section. Every time, without fail. Our son always gets a book even if my husband and I don't. Seriously, the kid lives for books. So they are over there picking out books, several of them, and I join in. I find some I know little man likes (Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, specifically) and toss it into the cart. I see that he is already fixated on a book about numbers that "Daddy" picked out. He is obsessed with it. Starfish, numbers, leaves, numbers, clocks, numbers, games, numbers, animals, numbers..... it's all in there. I can see why he loves it. Long story short, we look around and two bags full later, we leave.
Little man insists on reading that book in the car. At breakfast. Carrying it in the house all by himself. He loves it. Hubby is in the office and overhears me make a comment to the boy about "Gee, you sure do love that book" when he interjects "that daddy bought you."
I ignore him.
I further comment that little man is so good at reading the numbers in the book when hubby yells "that daddy bought you."
Everything I say is finished with "that daddy bought/stole/made/found/thought of for you."
When I fall silent, I hear "Wow, what a GREAT mummy you have...that daddy picked out for you."
Guess what my son says all the freaking time.....
Yeah, 'daddy.' Even when daddy has gone down another aisle, little man says 'daddy.'
posted by Lucy Lime @ 7:14 PM
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