Today The Blue-Eyed Boy was playing with his new Playdough set thanks to his Great Aunt Teri and Choitka Erica (Aunt in Polish for those of you who’re not lucky enough to be called a Pollock!). He was having a grand old time (making a huge mess) wallowing in the Playdough fun-ness.
The fun-ness continued on until he couldn’t find something that he wanted……
The Blue-Eyed Boy: “Momma where’s my little wife?”
Me (wondering if I heard him right): “What are you looking for Babe?”
The Blue-Eyed Boy (frustrated–but I would be too if I had to repeat myself countless times a day): “My LITTLE WIIIIIFE!!!”
Me (in my head thinking…..well probably with her family somewhere, or not born yet…but I don’t think that’s what he means): “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, and I don’t think you know what you’re saying either. Tell me again”
The Blue-Eyed Boy: “My little wife, momma. I need my little wife!”
I just stared at him in confusion while he continued searching. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out if he was making a statement far beyond his years or if he was actually looking for something that existed!
The Blue-Eyed Boy (triumphantly): “There it is!! There’s my little wife!”
He then proceeded to pick his little yellow Playdough KNIFE up off the windowsil.
and oh did I laugh!