Talking with Tate is getting more and more interesting lately....two conversations from this weekend follow:
CONVERSATION NUMBER ONE:
Tate and Lily Jane were both in the bath looking up at me. I decide to take the moment to begin planting the seeds about my future nursing home...
Me: Tate, when you and Lily Jane pick a place for Daddy and me to live when we are old, what kinds of things will you look for?
Tate: It should have lots of balloons.
Me: That sounds nice. Anything else?
Tate: And a bounce house.
Me: Ok, sounds fun. Anything else?
Tate: (thinks for a moment) No, that's it.
Me: Well, I hope you come see me a lot.
Tate: If you have a bounce house, I will.
CONVERSATION NUMBER TWO (PUN INTENDED):
Today, Tate yelled for me to come see him in the bathroom...
Tate: Look Mommy, I went poop in the potty!
Me: (looking in) Oh, that's "diarrhea."
Tate: (looking confused) My poop has a name?!?