EXCUSE ME, MOMMY??

MOMMY, I WANT AN APPLE.

(how do you ask nicely?)

PLEEEEASE.

(try it again from the beginning.)

PLEASE MAY I HAVE AN APPLE.

(see? that’s better. if you just ask for it politely from the beginning, i’ll just get it for you.)

YEAH. JUST GET IT FOR ME.

(…..)

also, you know how henry talks all the time? all. the time. all the time. it’s great, but it can get exhausting when we can’t get a word in around him and he interrupts us even when we’re answering his question that he just asked and i feel like all my words are just getting sucked up into a black hole 2 inches from my mouth because NO ONE IS HEARING THEM?! 

ooh. ok. yeah. that feels better.

anyway. so we’ve taught him to say “excuse me” when we’re talking and he wants our attention.

so now, instead of MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, it’s EXCUSE ME, MOMMY? EXCUSE ME, MOMMY, EXCUSE ME, MOMMY?

so robb and i are trying to get 30 words across to each other last night and in the background we’re getting the whole EXCUSE ME script. finally, we both kind of turn and look at him, exasperatedly, and that child is waving his tiny white ass up in the air in the hallway going EXCUSE ME, MOMMY, DO YOU SEE MY BUTT? DO YOU SEE MY BUTT?

and so.

i’ve been laughing about it all day. that tiny little dupa, waived so proudly. and technically he did wait to finish his thought and his butt dance until he politely received our attention.

(sorry/not sorry all your toddler butt stories are on the internet, henry, love. shouldn’t have interrupted me! oh, snap.)

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