The Fudd Rides Again
Saturday morning, all the kids piled into our king-sized bed, angling for some snuggles. With one kid in each armpit, and another attempting to wedge herself between my hip and the body of her brother, we flailed around until everyone got comfortable. After a few moments of repose, my son grabbed my youngest around the middle and began rocking her from side to side, chanting Hug The Baby, Hug The Baby.
This enrages her, every. single. time. So naturally we all started chanting. Hug The Baby, Hug The Baby.
She bellowed and snorted like a wild beast. My son, a sensitive soul, saw her moving through pissed and directly into hysteria, and switched tactics.
With his Elmer Fudd accent, he began chanting Hug Da Biggul Hug Da Biggul.
My youngest stopped dead in the middle of a screaming protest, and said "I'm NOT A BAGEL!"
We all crowed about that for a good five minutes. Is it wrong to want that accent of his to never change?
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Comments
I love this story. I have a 2 year old who alternates between wanting to be a baby and a big boy. Depends on what it will get him. Pacifier in the middle of the day? Baby. Ride bikes with the other kids? Big Boy. Bottle instead of cup at bedtime? Baby. Climbing all the artificial mountains in our home, also known as furniture and shelving? Big Boy, definately. I love how he gets into these precarious spots and as I am frantically running toward him yelling, "No, Wait, BE CAREFUL" He gets the condesending look of a teenager and says "I fine. I being careful" You just never know what is going to happen next with kids around.
Have a great day laughing with them.
Michele
Posted by: Michele | September 19, 2007 2:31 PM