Now that Eli is 2 (and going on 2 and a half), he’s the boss of everything. And his demands, while dictatorial, are also hilarious. Here are some of the things he demanded that I do in the last 24 hours:
“Eat my foot.”
“Do the robot.”
“Stand right there for the morning.” (i.e., stand in the doorway all night long)
“Get me my eggs and ketchup.”
“Go get a book. I stay here in the big bed.”
This is all usually accompanied by princely pointing or, at minimum, Imperious Tone. I guess I can’t let him get away with it for long.
I also realized when I was holding him and singing “Twinkle Twinkle” last night that his little foot came all the way down to the middle of my thigh. Sigh.
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