I was sitting on a park swing, watching the boys play, when Jones walked away from me to go to the other side of the park. About halfway to where he was heading, he turned around and said, "I need kees" and then he came back to get one from me. If he did this once, he did it twenty times, never getting more than twenty feet away from me before turning around and saying, "I need kees!" "Well, come and get one," I'd say. Jones would, and then he'd run off, saying, "Bye, Mama!" "Bye, Buddy. I love you!" "I ugh ooo!" Over and over and over again, we went through this exact exchange.
Freddie started following suit. I thought I'd gotten iPhone footage of it, but apparently, I pushed the wrong button, because it's not on my phone anymore, thus requiring this post.At one point in our playing, Jones started calling me "Mom." I'm not sure where he's even HEARD "Mom," but toddlers calling their mamas "Mom" is an inexplicable pet peeve of mine. I don't know why. It just makes me crazy in the same way that words like "preggo," "hubs," and "darling" (as an adjective) do. So when he'd say it, I'd say, "I'm Mama." Standing 15 feet away, he pointed to himself and said, "I JoJo; (pointing at Freddie who was 20 feet farther away) de Free-dee."
So long as we've got that straight.
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