“Mommy, what’s that?”
“That’s a Death Star cookie jar.”
“I want that! Mommy, what’s that?”
“That’s a Chewbacca pillow.”
“I want that!”
“What’s that? What’s that? MOMMY! What’s that?”
“That’s a Boba Fett bobble-head doll.”
“Mommy, I want that! Mommy what’s that?”
“That’s a phone booth toy.”
We were at HMV this morning. Husband was off looking for some Criterion Collection DVDs and I was on toddler duty. The store was pretty empty as it had just opened so we had the run of the store. The toddler high-tailed it to the “toy section” and spent the next 10 agonizing minutes of my life with a game of 20 questions.
All this after a half-hour car ride which sounded like this:
“What’s that? Ooooh, treetcar! I want one. Daddy! Look! A bus! Mommy!! Mommy!!!!!!! My boot fell ground! I want muffin! Daddy!! Bird, Daddy, look! What’s that, Mommy? Look, Mommy, a truck! I want one!”
Aren’t toddlers adorable?
I need a Tylenol.
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