He stumbled into the room this morning and crawled into our bed. After some time he started grizzling for his bottle. His father asked him if he would like some milk. Noah sat up and cradled David’s face in his hands, looked directly in to his eyes and said…
"No, coffee".
Ahh, Noah-ry, boy, you’re in fine form today!
After his coffee…err, his bottle and all the children had finished their breakfast, we prepared for our morning walk. For the life of me I couldn’t find my shoes. I asked around with little response, except for Noah who started to look under my bed.
"Where’s the stinkys?" he asked.
After a bit more searching he produced first one and then a second sneaker.
"There’s the stinkys." he said and handed them to me.
Oh, my little guy, you were not wrong, I thought as I placed my odorous sneakers on my feet. It was a simple toddler play on words but you were not wrong at all.
Coffee and stinkys on a Saturday morning, what more could anyone ask for?
Posted on October 19th, 2007 by Tiff
Filed under: Daily life, toddlerhood
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