Quite the helpful boy
Offered to clean up spilled milk
Husband in training
Yesterday, after having just mopped the floor, Ella purposely dropped her sippy cup FULL of very expensive organic milk, which promptly spilled and left a huge mess for me to clean up.
I spend the majority of my days wondering if my son has been possessed by a teenage premenstral girl with all of his irrational tanturms and drama. Sometimes, however, Carson’s female characteristics suit him well. After seeing the spilled milk, his womanly intuition told him that Mommy was very angry (or maybe, just maybe, he heard me cursing under my breath and saw my eyes nearly bulge out of my head, and heard my fists pound on the countertop…either way).
“It’s otay, Mommy. Tawson twean it up!” [Carson clean it up.]
I watched in awe as he searched for his play vacuum cleaner. (“Batuum?? Batuum?? [vacuum] Where are you??” Could you just die from the cuteness!) Proudly he brought it into the kitchen and began “vacuuming” the area around Ella’s high chair.
Looking very proud, he said, “Mommy not andwy [angry]! All twean!”
Everybody together now….”Aaaaaaah!”
I’m willing to begin taking applications for those interested in being his future wife. The line forms here.