I was getting after Alex this morning for rummaging around one of my kitchen drawers. He was looking for a "toy bag" which is just a zip lock baggie. His new thing is filling gallon sized zip lock baggies with his toys, I'm not really sure why, but he's an odd one, that boy of mine. Anyhow, obviously, I don't want him playing with plastic bags unsupervised, so when he discovered where I keep them and that he can get them himself, I wanted to discourage this immediately. I loudly said to him in the most intimidating voice possible "NO! Do NOT get into the drawer! NO DRAWER!" I tried to muster as much feeling as possible and look as serious as I could. He turns around and looks at me, my "voice of God" is not new to him at all, but apparently he saw something in my eyes that told him I was serious. He yells back at me while pointing his little finger at my face "NO fighting wif your eyes Mommy!"
He's told me this three times now today, again when he was getting into a kitchen drawer and when he was goofing off as I was trying to put him down for a nap and I haven't got a clue what he means really, only that I must have an angrier set of eyes on than normal.
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