Obviously, I was in a bad mood today. (See "32 Hours Without Internet" for reasons why.) And really had no patience, particularly for my nearly 4 year old son's "baby talk".
"Teddy Grahams," he whined/cooed.
"What? I don't understand you when you talk like that." Even thought I did (it's a Mom thing).
"Teddy Grahams," he repeated, a little less whiny.
"Why are you saying that?" Suspicious.
"That just means I like them." He looks at me sweetly. I know he wants them, but it's 9am and even though I'm in crisis-mode, I'm not giving him a snack 45 minutes after he's had breakfast. And he knows it too.
"Well, I like alcohol," I mutter as I turn and walk up the stairs.
Behind me I hear, "Alcohol?" in that sickeningly cooey/whiny baby voice.
"Well, I like alcohol," I mutter as I turn and walk up the stairs.
Behind me I hear, "Alcohol?" in that sickeningly cooey/whiny baby voice.
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