We co-sleep with Elliott and usually after we turn off the lights, we’d still chat in the dark for a bit.
Me: I love you, Elliott.
Elliott: I love you mummy!
Me: How much do u love mummy? (I expected him to stretch out his arms wide to say “this much!”, just like the book “Guess how much I love you”)
Instead, without missing a heartbeat, he exclaimed:
After I recovered from giggling, I quipped: Mummy loves you….$10!
We were at a bakery and looking at bread. I told the boy that I needed to use the bathroom so off I went.
When I was done, Elliott was waiting outside. The moment he saw me, he asked in a chiding tone:
Elliott: Mummy, where you go? Why you lost?
Me: I went to the bathroom.
Elliott: Bathroom? I was looking at bread with Daddy. Why you lost, Mummy. Why?!
It made me laugh. It was his way of asking where I went without telling him. And that chiding tone really cracked me up. He’s only 3 years old! Aiyooooo.