Here’s a little light-hearted story I thought I’d share…
Last week, my toddler and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch. She was eating peas and pasta.
Me: “Do you like peas?”
Me: “Are they yummy?”
Me: “Are they green?”
Toddler: “I like green. I like yellow. I like purple. They’re my favorite.”
A few minutes later, as I was rinsing my plate in the sink, the toddler let out a big cry. Turns out, she bit her finger while she was eating her pasta.
I hold her and console her in between gasps and crying.
Toddler: “Doctor kit (gasping), I need my doctor kit!”
(Her ‘doctor kit’ is a flimsy plastic stethoscope that we keep in her dress-up bin.)
I retrieved her dress-up bin. She puts on her stethoscope and she listens to her finger. I listen to her finger. She listens to her finger again. I kiss her finger.
Toddler: “I want to be a princess.”
She puts on her tiara.
Toddler: “Look in mirror!”
We step into the bathroom and she laughs at herself in the mirror.
Toddler: “Wash my finger in sink!”
We turn on the water.
Toddler: “I need soap!”
We dry her hands and leave the bathroom.
Toddler: “Thanks, Mommy. I feel better now.”
Good thing we had the stethoscope. And the tiara.