I had a sweet little conversation with Quenton, my 3 y/o the other night. I must say, I'm often blown away at the things he comes up with to say. My most recent example occured the other night when I went to go say goodnight to him. His Daddy had put him to bed, to his chagrin (Quen's not Daddy's) and I wanted to go talk to him for a few minutes. I sat down on his bed and started chatting and eventually said:
"Why don't you like Daddy to put you to bed?"
Quen: "I don't know."
Me: "Well, there must be some reason, right."
Quen: "I don't know."
Me: "Don't you have a reason?"
Quen: "Yeah, I guess."
Me: "Well, what's your reason."
Quen: "I don't know what my problem is."
I struggled hard not to laugh hysterically at that. Something about hearing a 3 y/o saying "I don't know what my problem is."
Silly kid.
"Why don't you like Daddy to put you to bed?"
Quen: "I don't know."
Me: "Well, there must be some reason, right."
Quen: "I don't know."
Me: "Don't you have a reason?"
Quen: "Yeah, I guess."
Me: "Well, what's your reason."
Quen: "I don't know what my problem is."
I struggled hard not to laugh hysterically at that. Something about hearing a 3 y/o saying "I don't know what my problem is."
Silly kid.
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