April 2009
Liam was playing around stuffing dolls in his t-shirt just before bed. He intentionally made it look like boobies.
Mommy: "Good night Christine!"
Liam: "No! I am not Christine!"
Mommy: "You look like a girl!"
Liam: "I am not!"
Mommy: "You do with that."
Liam: "Ok, why don't you come back when I am sleeping and try to scare me. If I yell then I am a girl."
Mommy: "Sure I'll try that and see if you are a girl or not."
On way out of the door...
Liam: "Wait, wait I mean if I yell then I am a boy."
Mommy: "Ok, a boy it is."
Going out of the door...
Liam: "No, no, no don't do it at all."
Mommy: "Ok I won't."
About to turn the lights out...
Liam: "Well... you know, I don't want you to do it because.... I'll hurt you with my fists when you scare me *showing me his punching moves* and you don't want that."
Mommy: "Yeah, yeah I don't. Good night."
LIGHTS OUT
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Recording Liam's fertile effervescent mind/scintillating personality.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.
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