Me: BA-BA-BA BEAN SPROUT!!!! LETS BLOW BA-BA-BA-BUBBLES!!!!! (sing songys voice)
Finn: Mom. just...don't
Me: Why? Why cant I sing??
Finn: Becauths Mom. The births are trying to eat.
Me: Ok, so why cant I sing when the birds are trying to eat.
Finn: (sigh) Mom. (shakes head) Becauths, when you sing, the births woose their attipiteths.
Ouch. I had no idea the mere sound of my voice could cause woodland creatures to feel nauseated. I really wish you could hear the disdain in his voice when he talks to me sometimes. It is so hilarious to hear his little lispy, three year old voice, so defeated by my actions. Its almost like I exhaust him. Like just my presence of being, is more than his little brain can take in one day...I wonder where he gets it ;)
Daddy/daughter dates...
11 years ago
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