Dat's Cwazy Tawk

Over breakfast one morning:

Moosie, speaking to no one in particular: waybee

Bubba: What?

Moosie, smiling now at Bubba: waybee

Bubba: WHAT?!

Moosie, pointing at his plate: waybee!!!!

Bubba, agitated: "Are you saying gravy? Are you saying gravy?"

Moosie, excited: "YEAH!!!"

Bubba, perturbed: "Mom, I think you need to tell his speech teacher he needs to learn how to say gravy!"

Moosie, singing happily, head bobbing from side to side: waybee! waybee! waybee! waybee...

Earth shattering! Or not.

Hubby has worked in the cellphone industry for over 10 years. What a heavy burden of guilt he must carry.

There was that one time when I was pregnant and standing next to the microwave reheating a large tuna steak while I was talking on the cellphone and e-mailing someone from my laptop...

Sometimes all of this is really too much, don't you think? Gag.

Mean Mommy

Bubba and I were reading--finally--after 20 minutes of him trying to get out of it. Since we were venturing into rough waters reading a book with more text on the page, we were taking turns reading pages. I was also paraphrasing and asking what I thought were straightforward questions every now and again to assist in comprehension.

After reading a page about Bossy the cow who had greedily eaten a garden full of daffodils, I asked Bubba a question:

Me, asking with gusto: Who is Bossy?

Bubba, responding quickly yet with the attitude of a disgruntled little boy: Mommy

And there you have it.