Three times in the last three days people have told me to “Write this stuff down” referring to stories about things my toddler does and says. It seems three is the magic number.
“Mama, can I give these beans to Ziggy?” My daughter asked in her squeaky two year old voice.
“Hmm, what beans?” I asked barely paying attention.
“I found beans in my apple” She said.
Ziggy the dog was wagging his tail and prancing, unable to contain his excitement about the possibility of apple beans. She had eaten her way to the middle of an apple leaving a sticky mess of apple slush all over her face, shirt, hands and arms. She sat staring at the core as if she was thinking, “So that’s where beans come from.”
I sat down with her and told her about dirt and seeds and apple trees. She listened with rapt attention as if I was sharing the secrets of the universe, her mouth hanging open in awe. When I finished up the story about a big tree with apples attached she finally closed her mouth, blinked a few times and with a smile said, “No! That’s not right!” then she followed up with “I WANT THAT STORY AGAIN!”
I often forget how amazing normal things are. I mean, a gigantic tree coming out of a tiny seed? That’s not right.
This Thanksgiving I’m thankful for a 2 year old perspective. Happy Binge Day everybody.
What are you thankful for?