Thursday, November 26, 2009

an ape in little dude's bed

The Good Man is tucking Little Dude in for the night.

GM: Good night.
LD: Good night.

GM: Love you.
LD: Love you.

GM: Have a good sleep.
LD: Have a good sleep.

GM: I'm going to sleep now.
LD: I'm going to sleep now.

GM: I'm going to stay in bed.
LD: I'm going to stay in bed.

GM: I'm a chimpanzee.
LD: I'm Little Dude!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Little Dude crushes a cracker into his cup. He still likes to make concoctions with his left-over food. He lifts the cup up to me and asks, "Mommy, what's this?" Crumbs are everywhere.

"A big mess," I reply casually.

"No, it isn't," he insists.

"What is it then?" I ask, wondering if crumbs has made it to his vocabulary.

"It's an accident!"

D'oh! Little Dude: 1. Mommy: 0.

Later, Little Dude asks to have a Coffee Crisp from his Halloween stash. After some quick negotiations, I find myself watching him lick a second helping of ice cream on a mini cone. And, I wonder if the reason why I caved in so easily is because I wanted to keep the Coffee Crisp to myself or if my chocolate-hating 3 1/2-year-old, in fact, had planned to have ice cream all along and successfully duped me for a second time today.