Child has us all figured out.
For example, child has figured out that Mama and Papa’s carefully-crafted “you’re in trouble” façades are, in fact, just that. Or at least he’s figured out how to change “you’re in trouble” to “you’re really funny”.
This morning, when a very very sick Mama was struggling to get Torsten dressed, Torsten did not want to get dressed. Mama came back from England two days ago and Torsten would much rather hang out and play with Mama.
And so I made a sad face, the one I make when I’ve had to tell him to do something one-too-many times and I realize he’s not listening to my voice anymore.
Torsten: Mama, don’t cry…
Me: Ok, I’m not crying. I’m just sad.
Torsten: Shh… shhh… don’t be sad. Shhh… don’t be sad Mama.
Me: <sad face>
Torsten: Don’t be sad, Mama… Think about BRAINS!
(N.B. Torsten is on a Zombie kick after hearing Jonathan Coulton’s “Re: Your Brains“. He’s only ever heard the chorus, but that is apparently enough…)
Me: *snort* *chortle* *laugh*
Torsten: *victorious face*
Keep in mind, my child is not even three yet.
We are so screwed.
I love it.













