Yesterday on a whim as I was changing Evan, I asked him if he'd like to sit on the potty before I put the new diaper on. Oddly enough, he agreed. Curt and I followed him back to the bathroom, sitting with him, chatting.
He sat there for a good 15 minutes, not once showing any signs of impending productivity. I decided to try and seize the moment anyway.
"Hey Evan, did you know that if you start wearing big boy underwear, Grandma will mail you a present?"
He perks up. "A big one or a little one?"
"I don't know. You have to decide what you might like."
He screws up his face, you can see the wheels turning, completely aware that the world is his oyster at that moment. "A basket." He finally answers.
"A basket?" I'm lost.
"Yeah, a basket" he says, firmly.
I look at Curt, he looks as confused as I do until it hits him. "Ohhh, I just had to take the laundry basket away from him again. He was dragging it over to the counter to get into everything."
I blink and look down at Evan, dumbstruck. He smiles. "Nice, Ev. Nice."
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you have been tagged. :)
http://reedrocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-tag.html
Tee hee. He's sneaky, that one.
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