1. Tell toddler you are going to make him toast for breakfast.
2. Sit him on the counter or the table so he can’t move or run away.
3. When toddler says, “Toeeess?” answer with, “Toes??? You want to eat my toes???!!! NOOOOOO! Please, please, please don’t eat my toes!!!”
4. Jump up and down acting like your toes are in jeopardy of being eaten. When toddler takes a break from cracking up, say, “So, you want to eat toast right?”
5. Toddler will say, “No! Toes!!!!”
6. Repeat jumping and protesting. Remember to look like you’re genuinely in fear for your toes. Hide toes under table or hold them in hands. Toddler will laugh until he spits up his toast.
This weekend I was busying myself in the kitchen when I heard a harmonic melody pouring down the stairs. I shot up to Benjamin’s room like a bolt – just to catch it – and there he was, sitting cross legged jamming on his harmonica.
Tonight I put him in front of the iMac. Enjoy! I’m SO PROUD!
Once upon a time, I was in love with my son’s father.
At the beginning, he would make me breakfast every morning. He would hold me tight and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We couldn’t get enough of each other. The sexy french accent didn’t help either. And when he told me it was “Magic” I believed him. I still believe that. It was magic because we were supposed to make Benjamin.
My little prince charming.
Today, for the first time ever, he told me that he loves me.
“I uuvvv ooooh.”
I uv oooh too, Benjamin.
And if I could do it again. If I had to do it all over again, I would. Because you are my everything. And your toes are pretty damn cute too.
When you’ve already got one prince, can you make room for two? Did you ever believe in a Prince Charming? I know I did. I think I still do. Damn you Disney.
