Sunday, 16 March 2008
Max is a very persistent boy.
It's one of his more obvious traits.
But we all know that a two year old cannot always grasp the actual sense of quantity and space.
So Max's persistence got Mommy to sit in the blue basket.
The conversation around that event was such:
Max: Mommy. Come in basket.
Mommy: Mommy's too big, Max.
Max: Mommy, come in basket. Sit (to)gether, OK?
Mommy: If Mommy sit inside, there'll be no space for you.
Max: Mommy sit inside basket. (To)gether. Come on.
Mommy: But Mommy's too big, Max.
Max: Mommy. Come on.
Mommy: Ok... ok... (put her big behind into the middle of the basket with the legs sticking out.)
Max: Mommy, come out. Come out Mommy.
He never asked me to sit in the basket with him again.