Yesterday morning, I was admonishing Logan to Hop To! Get those teeth brushed! Get that face washed!
“Moooom. Sometimes I wait a little bit to stretch.”
Which would have been cute. Except lately he’s channeling a 13 year old girl in everything he says. It’s not WHAT he says. What he says is all fine and appropriate to the conversation and not disrespectful. It’s the tone. Every thing he says is punctuated and you can see, “Like, Gah! mom. Eyeroll” in a cartoon bubble over his head.
He’s six.
My 9yo has been doing this for years. Who knew that a stretch could take the better part of an hour?
“Loser” has become the favorite word the teenager who lives in my house has taken to hurl around the house at her father and me when we’re doing something she find icky, like smooching or singing the words to some old school tune. Oh well…