I was pretty cranky tonight when the hubby got home because I've been running around like crazy all day today. Here's the conversation that ensued:
John: What are we having for dinner?
Me: I just remembered that we had to eat dinner tonight about ten minutes ago, so I have nothing planned.
John: Oh, well, do you have any thoughts?
John: Well, I could make dinner.
John: What do you want?
Me: For you to leave me alone.
John: That wasn't an option. What do you want for dinner?
John: Hmmm. [Walks away into the kitchen for a few minutes and then returns] I think I will make pancakes.
Me: I don't want pancakes.
John, frustrated: Then what do you want!
The toddler, out of nowhere: Mommy no wants pancakes, makes her sad!!!! No pancakes, daddy, no pancakes.
John, shocked: Did he just say pancakes make you sad?
John: How does he know that?
Me: Because I just said I didn't want any. He understands that when you don't want to do something it makes you sad.
John: So, kiddo, what's your mommy want?
The toddler: Salad. Daddy and me eat pancakes. Not mommy. Mommy eat salad, daddy. Just salad.
If I thought the toddler had listening issues, I was drastically mistaken; nothing gets past him!