I was cleaning in the bathroom (a small miracle in and of itself) when Sam joined me. He spied the band-aids on top of the medicine cabinet. This is one of the only places in the house Sam can't reach. We've learned the hard way that band-aids tend to disappear, leaving only bits of white paper snowing down if left where Sam can find them. He looked at the band-aids and then at me, and said, "I have a owie. I need a bannaid."
I replied as many a mother has with, "You don't need a band-aid. You don't have an owie."
A minute later Ethan joined us in the bathroom (any room I'm in tends to be the most popular in the house). Sam looked up at Ethan and said, "Hit me!" Ethan, the consummate 9 year old, happily obliged.
Then Sam came to me, pointing to where Ethan hit him and said, "I have a owie. I need a bannaid."
2 comments:
Scary when they're that smart, isn't is? :o)
Haha! Oh my GOODNESS, those boys are hilarious - so did Sam get a band-aid, after all? ;)
Post a Comment