The only way I can get JJ to get out of the tub without having him throw one of his drama queen parties, is to wrap him in a towel and cradle him as if he were a newborn. While rocking him from side to side, I must also chant, “bitty baby, bitty baby…you’re my bitty baby.” This is usually followed by a quick snuggle on the couch which ends with his sudden ejection from my “bitty-baby cradle” as he realizes that he must now run full-force from me, or he will soon be in a diaper.
Recently, during one of the quick snuggles, I noticed a scratch on the “baby” toe of his left foot.
“Oh, my baby! What happened to your foot? How did you get that boo-boo on your toe?”
I asked him this as if he would actually do more than give me the confused “uh-oh” expression he’s become so fond of lately. When the “uh-oh” was followed by a blank stare at his foot, I pointed to his toes and repeated:
“Toe. This is your toe. Say toe…toe…toe.”
He said nothing.
He looked back up at me and grinned and wiggled, preparing for flight. As his towel fell open, he stopped and looked down at his lap. After a few staring, contemplative seconds, he then yells, “Toe!”
“No, baby, that’s not a toe.”
And once again I am amazed at how many times a day this kid can make me smile.
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