Have been going through a phase (while Jeff is at work, of course) where they all need to sit on my lap first, or get the first plate, cup or spoon. It’s been really sort of frustrating, but the conversations as a result have been really funny.
Picture 3 puppies. Jumping up and down, whinning, yipping, trying to get the first bite of food. Those puppies should have my boys faces on them. This morning John asked for juice first, so I have him his cup. Garrett started whinning about why he didn’t get it first, so I explained that John asked first, so he got it first. Then I gave Garrett his cup and then lastly, Jacob his cup. He smiled and said, “thanks”. I commented that Jacob was my sweet boy to wait patiently. Garrett threw himself on the floor crying and said, “you never call me anything”. I should have reminded him that he is my beloved liar.
And then, once again the boys all wanted a drink of my breakfast shake. Garrett got the first drink (since he asked), and then I gave John his drink. He dripped it everywhere, so I said, “Tiki, don’t drip it all over the floor”. (Knowing it was John, just calling him the wrong name). Then I heard, Jacob say, “John”. He didn’t want to be blamed. LOVE it.