Yesterday you were putting together a little potato head and put the mouth in upside down. You looked at it and considered it for a minute. The following conversation followed:
“Mommy. Tator Tot saaaaaad.”
“Is Tator Tot sad? Why is he sad?”
“Tator Tot got boo-boo.”
“Where?”
“Hee-yo.” (point indicates on the toe of his foot)
(I lean over and kiss it) *MMMMWAAH*
“There! All better!”
“Mommy. Tator Tot saaaaad.”
“Tator Tot is still sad?”
“yes”
(I’m out of ideas so I wait for you to come up with one.)
“Tator Tot needs Mommy.”
“Does Tator Tot need his Mommy?”
“yes”
“Okay. Let’s find his Mommy!”
(You assemble a Potato Head with a light saber from the Darth Tator and a gross arm hanging off the end of it for Mommy Tator’s nose. Mommy Tator is given to me and I have her hug Tator Tot.)
“Tator Tot saaaaaad.”
(I look at the clock and see it’s naptime. Coincidence? I think not….)
“I think Tator Tot is tired. Let’s put Tator Tot and Mommy Tator down for a nap together and I bet they are all better after naptime.”
(You set them up on the sofa pillow and bunch a blanket around them and we head up to bed)
Love,
Mommy
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