My son has stolen a small spoon from the (clean) dishwasher and has discovered that it makes a WONDERFUL noise when struck against the metal baby proofing gates.
Today has been hellish. I need a freakin' drink.
Boy, Do I Feel Dumb!
Before cooking dinner tonight, I had to pull out a Dutch Oven from the back of the cabinet where I keep my pots and pans. In the process, I had to also pull out all the different cookware that I didn't need and placed them on the floor beside me. I was making a lot of noise, clanking away, mumbling to myself about how one day I'll have storage that's actual functional.
My son was right there next to me, and started to yell out "DAUUUMMM!" over and over again. Thinking that maybe he heard me call the whole process dumb, I replied with, "Yes, this IS very dumb!" But then he kept saying "DAUUUMMM!" and pointing at the pots and pans I've placed on the floor.
Then it hit me. He was calling them DRUMS because that is what he likes to do with my pots and pans – he likes to bang on the lids as if he were playing the bongos! I had to laugh for my fear that I had just inadvertently taught my son how to call something stupid, when all he was trying to tell me was that he wanted to play drums!
My son was right there next to me, and started to yell out "DAUUUMMM!" over and over again. Thinking that maybe he heard me call the whole process dumb, I replied with, "Yes, this IS very dumb!" But then he kept saying "DAUUUMMM!" and pointing at the pots and pans I've placed on the floor.
Then it hit me. He was calling them DRUMS because that is what he likes to do with my pots and pans – he likes to bang on the lids as if he were playing the bongos! I had to laugh for my fear that I had just inadvertently taught my son how to call something stupid, when all he was trying to tell me was that he wanted to play drums!
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