This is the place where a distracted mother will muse.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Me: "Come on, Benett. Let's get these toys picked up." Benett: "No, Mommy. I can't" Frustrated Me: "Why can't you? We all need to pick up our own toys." Emphatic Benett: "Because, Mommy. It's dangerous for me."
Why does he have to have such a vocabulary? Why does he have to be so expressive. It makes it very difficult to stand my ground... Unfortunately for Benett, it becomes easier for me to stand my ground, when I've stepped/tripped on toys enough times.