Monday, September 15, 2008
If you don't have anything nice to say... ask for a fork.
The Scene: Yesterday. Nate is strapped in his car seat, ready to go to church. He has some fake food to keep him occupied; he is pretending to eat spaghetti and ice cream. I am making too many trips between the house and the car, getting us all ready to go.
Me: (while shoving extra diapers in Dexter's bag) Yes Nate?
Nate: I have something nice to say to you!
Me: (pausing and looking up, excited to hear a gem of love from my boy) What's that buddy?
Nate: Um... can I please have a fork?
At least he had something to say nicely... if not something actually nice to say! But maybe he had just lost his train of thought, because out of the blue about 10 minutes later while we were driving to church he says, "Mommy? (Yes, Nate.) You're a princess." There it is.