5:45AM
Me: Jane? Are you awake?
Jane: Yef.
Me: Do you want to go downstairs so we don't wake up Henry and Mummy?
Jane: Yef!
Later, after trying to make breakfast for 20 minutes with Jane on my hip.
Me: Can I put you down?
Jane: No, Doddy.
Me: Please?
Jane: No, Doddy.
Me: What if I put the foot stool at the sink so you can play in the water?
Jane: Yef!
Even later, after much splashing and giggling and no Mummy or Henry.
Me: Jeesh, Jane. I think they're still sleeping. Do you want to have a breakfast date with me? The porridge is ready.
Jane: Yef!
A few moments later.
Me: Good oatmeal?
Jane: Yef. Me me!
Me: Holy, Jane. You finished.
Jane: Me! Me!
Me: You want more? Some of mine?
Jane: Yef!
I spoon out half of my breakfast (everything tastes better when it's someone else's). Commotion from upstairs. The stirring of feet.
Jane: Mummy!
She slides down from her seat. Runs to the stairs. Starts climbing
Me: Come on back. Leave Mummy alone for a few minutes.
Jane: (climbing) No, Doddy.
Me: Jane.
Jane: (climbing higher) No, Doddy!
Me: I'll give you my toast.
Jane: (stops. considering)
Me: With cream cheese and jam.
Jane: (climbing down) YEF!!
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