One day this week, Dylan was sitting on my lap facing me, and I was asking him, "Where's my nose? Where's my ears?" Each time, he pointed, until I said, "Where are my cheeks?" He basically slapped my cheeks, and I said, "Ow! Dylan! That's not nice! You have to be nice to Mommy!" He looked at me, real serious, then stroked my cheek, like he was petting the cat, and said in the sweetest little voice ever, "Nice Mommy". Then I had to mop myself up off the floor, where I had melted into a big pile of Mommy goo. Oh, the sweetness.
Since that day, I will say, "Nice Dylan", and he will always reply "Nice Mommy", and I LOVE it. I can't get enough.
Dylan and Jim look so much alike, and have such a strong bond, that sometimes it is easy to feel a bit left out. I keep looking for ways that he is like ME.
Today Dylan was being especially, uh, toddlerish, and I was worn out. He was whining about wanting juice. "Juice! Juice! Juice!" I figured I might be willing to dispense a little of said juice IF I got something out of it. I said, "Nice Dylan", then waited. Nothing. I said, "Dylan, say Nice Mommy", and I swear he smirked before saying, "Nice Juice!"
Sweet, but Snarky - he IS my kid!