Our dinner conversation:
Me: Jacob, eat your dinner please.
Jacob: (Looking away to his sister) Look, Sissy! Look at my cars!
Me: Jacob, EAT your dinner!
Jacob: (Still looking away) Sissy, did you see my cars?
Me: JACOB. LOOK at me. (He looks) EAT. YOUR. DINNER.
Jacob: (Nodding head) I heard you, mommy. I will. I will eat it.
Me: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Jacob: I will eat my dinner… (shaking head emphatically) …but I won’t eat dat. Not dat.
Me: Well, that is what’s for dinner. Eat your dinner.
Jacob: (Still shaking head) Nope. Not dat. I will not eat it.
Me: Eat it.
Jacob: (Shaking head “no” with each syllable) NOT DAT. NOT. DAT. NOT! DAT! I WILL NOT EAT DA NOODLES!
Me: Jacob, noodles are what’s for dinner. And peppers. And applesauce. Eat your dinner.
Jacob: (calmly) Noodles are for dinner. (He smiles) But not for me. Day are for sissy. SISSY will eat da noodles! I will eat my dinner. But I will not. EAT. DAT. (long pause) Dank you. Dank you VERY MUCH!
Annalise: Mommy, why are you hiding your face and laughing in your shirt? Is it because Jacob talks so much?
Pretty much, kiddo, pretty much.
That, and I’m just a little frightened for our future. Prayers appreciated.