"Mommy, I can't reach my car." I'm elbow deep in dishes so I say, "Okay honey, go find another toy to play with, we'll get your car later." Seriously kid, you have a million and seventeen toys, go play with something else. Just as I think that, I look over and realize that I've given birth to a mini MacGyver. He's got the broom, trying to sweep the toy from underneath the TV unit. I should also add that he calls the broom his "stick", and he doesn't pronounce stick very well. He's got the ICK part right, but for some hilarious yet horrible reason, he starts the word off with a D sound. Uhh, yeah, guess we should work on correcting that.
So now I debate.
Should I.... stop what I'm doing to help him?
Maybe... I should just wait, and see if he gets it?
OR I could sit and watch, purely for entertainment purposes.
It's kind of funny to see your three year old determined to get a toy that's out of his reach. He grunts and groans, and stretches, making all sorts of noises that you'd usually here from a plumber or something. Of course a plumber isn't nearly as cute as my son...well, no plumber I've ever met before.
I realize the TV, our cable box, the surround sound, the AppleTV, and our router just might be in danger if I leave him to this adventure. But, I'm entertained right now. Call me selfish, but I'll take any sort of cheap entertainment that I can get. So I sit, and watch, giggling to myself. Finally when he throws the broom down and yells, "MOMMY I CAN'T REACH MY CAR!!!", I decide that I should give the little guy a hand.
Wouldn't you know, after all that blog inspiring work, he didn't even want to play with that toy anymore.
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