“Mommy, you look so beautiful in your yellow shirt…now can I have more stories because I was so nice to you? I cumplamented you!”
“Yes, complianteded you! Now start reading!”
“Mommy! I can’t find my ball!”
“It’s huge Roc, look around, I’m sure you can find it.”
“But Mooooommmy, don’t you know? I’m a man, and mans don’t find stuff!”
“You are right that men have a hard time finding things.”
“Mommy I like your dress. Are you a princess? You are as beautiful as a dog Mommy.”
We were visiting my girlfriend and her new little family. She struck up a conversation.
“Roc, how old are you?”
“When will you be eight?”
I couldn’t find black beans in the pantry. I was muttering to myself about how I knew I had bought them the last time I was at the store. Then I found them and made some sort of verbal exclamation upon finding them.
“So you were a little bit of a man too Mommy. You couldn’t find the black beans and they were right there on the shelf.”
“Why are you laughing? Was that funny?”