If you were at our house tonight at 6:45pm, this is what you would have heard. This was the conversation between Connor and Jorma during our dinner, which consisted of three bean chili.
Jorma was just eating his last bite.
“I want that. I want that bean. I want your bean. I WANT THAT BEAN!!!”
“What bean? My bean?”
“I WANT THAT BEEAAANNN!!! I WAANNTT THAT BEEAANNN!!!”
“You want the beans in my mouth?! You have GOT to be kidding me”
“I WAANT THAT BEAN!!! THE BEAN IN YOUR MOUTH! I WANT THAT BEAN!” Begins crying hysterically… “BEAN! BEAN! I WAANNNTTT IT! I WANT THAT BEAN!” Starts bouncing up and down in the chair having a total and complete meltdown.
“You can’t have THAT bean. It’s in my mouth. It’s all gone.”
“BBBBBBBEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“OhMyGod. You have got the worst case of You Have That, I Want It, I have ever seen!”
Of course he didn’t get the bean because that’s just not how we roll in this household. We might pretend we didn’t see him eat a Cheerio off of the floor, but the regurgitation stage… that’s for the birds.
1 comment:
OMG that had me ROFL... Larry got quite the chuckle out of it too. Is it strange that that whole scenerio makes me WANT kids? I'm sure while it's happening it's not so fun, but it's charming in its own way, and one of those memories you can reflect upon fondly. Kids are just so delightfully unpredictable!
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