James: "hurry Mom, Johnny's bottom is very dirty. He needs a diaper change!"
Me: going to check, and yes indeed a diaper change was in order
James: "he's very dirty Mom"
Me: "uh-huh" while carrying him into the bedroom
James: following me into the bedroom talking the whole time
Me: changing John's diaper
James: climbing on to the bed to oversee the process
James: "hurry Mom, he's stinkin' up the whole house!"
About a month ago I was standing in the bathroom putting on some makeup one afternoon in preparation for my first trip out with just my hubby since two weeks before Peter was born (about four months prior.) It wasn't a big date, just a trip to drop off the van at the shop and grab a quick bite to eat, but still, I didn't want to look like a tired mother of three! James wandered in...
James: "what are you doing? are you curling your hair?"
Me: "no, I'm putting on some mascara"
James: "why are you doing that?"
Me: "I want to look nice for your daddy"
James: "more, you need more!!"
Me: look in the mirror and sigh, no amount of mascara was going to help! :)
A number of months ago now, when Peter was still up in the middle of the night and I was still finding it impossible to drag myself out of bed when I heard James yell "awake" in the morning, I ignored that very same cry. Then I felt a presence next to me and when I pried open one eyelid, there he was staring at me.
James: "you need to get up Mommy and make the boys breakfast" (he's gotten into the habit of refering to himself and John in the third person)
Me: trying to delay the inevitable, "why?"
James: "because the boys are hungry"
Me: "why don't you make breakfast?"
James: "because I don't know how"
Me: "how come I always have to make breakfast?"
James: "that's the way God made you to do!"
Me: groan and roll out of bed, outmaneuvered by a three year old