Myron has gotten into the asking stage. Maybe calling it the “demanding” stage is more appropriate. What he’ll do is say the think he wants (drink) and follow that with a very stern “me!” So you end up with phrases like “Drink me!” and “Snack me!”
The worst one is that during supper, he likes to have a fork, so naturally he screams “Fork me!” No problem, right? Wrong. He misses the “r” every single time. Supper time at our house is well beyond being a rated-R event because of the two-year-old.
Katherine wanted eggs for breakfast this morning, and she asked me to make them. My reply? “Well, you have to pay me.”
Katherine: How, daddy?
Me: I need a kiss.
I’ve been going to a chiropractor for my neck and back problems recently, and it’s become a common request in our family prayers that my neck will feel better. Here’s how Katherine prayed this morning:
“Please bless daddy’s neck to feel better so he’ll stop whining so much.”
Wow… My family sure does love me.