Poor Isaac and the terrible twos. And poor David and me. Here's a typical conversation around here:
ISAAC: No Bath!
ISAAC: (after climbing into the bath) More bath!
Five seconds later...
ISAAC: No Bath!
ISAAC: (after Mama tries to get him from his bath) NO! Daddy! Daddy!
He crawls on Daddy's lap and gives a triumphant, evil laugh.
ISAAC: (after Daddy tries to change his diaper) NO! Mama diaper! Mama diaper!
Hysteria and wild animal noises ensue.
MAMA (changing his diaper): Are you happy now that you've got what you wanted?
ISAAC: No.
Oh Isaac-bear, none of us are.
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