Jonathan’s blood cells
Jonathan was trying to convince me to let him have a treat last night. I was actually okay with it, but needed him to wait a bit – I was taking care of Kathryn. This was the conversation that followed:
Jonathan: “But my blood cells say I need one!”
Me (exasperated after his constant asking): “Well, then maybe your blood cells need to stand in a corner.”
Jonathan: “No! Then they’d get red everywhere!”
Pause
Me (smiling): “Well, my blood would attack your blood cells, so there!”
We have a problem in our family. The baby dolls are constantly telling our children to either do naughty things or nag me. Apparently Jonathan’s blood cells have joined the fun. :)
And by the way–having three children in a grocery store is crazy, but doable, especially when one is strapped onto me and another is sitting in the cart. Without the baby carrier, however, well… I just wouldn’t recommend that. :) At least Jonathan’s old enough to mostly put the correct things in the cart and push it. :)
Yes, I was joking with Cassia this morning that our childrens’ baby dolls have developed a symbiotic relationship with them, except the dolls are the parasites and our children are the hosts.
“My baby doesn’t want me to clean up.”
“My baby says I need to have dessert.”
“My baby wants sanitizer on her.” (This actually happened – Emma got down a bottle of hand sanitizer and proceeded to empty it onto her doll, soaking her head, hands, and clothes in a giant puddle on the bathroom floor.)
And so on and so on. I’m tempted to respond in kind:
“Your baby doll wants me to put you in your room.”
Oh Cassia! Your response was hilarious and i can just hear you say it in a playful way! :) And i do remember Emma always soaking her dolls’ heads