Driving down the highway, the following conversation ensued.
Q: So I was the biggest baby?
Me: Yep, you were the tallest. 21".
Q: And Rafe was the fattest baby?
Me: Yep.
Q: Was I as big as Rafe was when he was 2 when I was born?
Me: Uh....no.
Q: When do babies start to talk?
Me: About 18 - 24 months.
Q: No, I mean real words.
Me: Yeah, about 18-14 months.
Q: And what was my first word?
Me: I don't know.
Q (increasingly whining pitch to voice): Why didn't you write this stuff down? Why do you remember Rafe's word but not mine or Eliza's?
Me (totally not seeing ANYTHING in this season of post-Christmas lights and an overcast night): WOW!! LOOK AT THAT STAR!!
It. totally. worked.
The boy got suckered. He found a star or something twinkly somewhere and I was so relieved.
And yes, I plan on using this tactic in the future until he figures it out and I can't get away with it anymore.
Or until the sun starts staying up past their bedtimes and we really can't see any stars because the sky isn't black.
Which ever comes first.
You better come up with some first words!
ReplyDeleteI was going to say the same thing, make up some first words.
ReplyDeleteMax's first words were Mom, Dad and Bob.
Apparently if you watch The Price is Right every day when your child is little, it can make him think that Bob Barker is a member of the family.
I know, I know. But my damn conscience! I just can't lie. Especially not to my kids.....just thinking about it, I get the queasy feeling and my joints feel like someone just hit my funny bone.
ReplyDeleteI just need to convince Q that he needs to let this go and be satisfied that he can indeed talk.