May 23, 2008 21:43
The other morning he woke up yelling, "Die! Die! Die!" and then when I went and woke him up, I asked him what he was dreaming about.
J: "I want that toy, the one that goes Die! Die! Die!"
Me: "What toy? what are you talking about (slightly alarmed and bemused)"
J: "You know, the one that goes Die! Die! Die!"
Me: "No, I don't know...where did you see it?"
J: "In [charlie and} the Chocolate Factory...the little boy has it!"
Me: [comprehension dawns]. "ahhh, do you know what that toy is?"
J: "No"
Me: "It's called a gun, and I'm not getting you a toy one..." and start to have a short talk..
J: Interrupts with screaming, "I want one!" and kicks me ;)
Tom had a talk with him about it and he hasn't asked again, but the hose nozzle has since become a gun.
Last night, he asked me to lay down with him and snuggled up.
I joked, "ewww, don't snuggle with me, it's gross!"
He says, "Mom, no, it's beautiful. Snuggling is beautiful. and you're beautiful."
:::melt:::
jude