From the seat behind me I could hear Luke's little voice say, "Mommy. I man." Even though he speaks very clearly for a 2 year old I repeated his sentence to see if I heard him correctly. "You're a man?"
"Uh-huh."
Ok. Thanks for telling me, I thought.
So lately Luke keeps pointing out that he's a man to all of us. The other day he struck a muscle man pose. "Argh! I man!"
Or on the swing set with his arms pulling on the ropes. "I man!"
Or the time he had turned around a fisher price toy and was shooting it at me and then called out happily, "I man!"
I was replanting some ivy to replace the one that had died this summer out on the front porch. Josh had earlier been splitting firewood and stacking it with the kids to get ready for winter. He'd left his axe on the porch so I told Luke as we headed out there not to touch the axe. I was very clear.
"Luka. No touch. Don't touch the axe ok?"
In a hurt voice he said, "Mommmmmy. I man." Like I'd taken away his God given right as a man to touch an axe.
3 comments:
hehe that's funny!!
I love that! He man! And Abby so, so girl! We're so happy to be friends with you two and we found "Yuke's trak-er", will bring it to the staff mtg on Wed.
Too cute! When my friend Dianna's son Hayden said that to her, it was, "Mommy, I da man." She replied, in a very loving tone, "Yes, you're the man. But I'm the boss." After that it was always, "I da man, Mommy da boss," whenever there was the possibility of disobedience. As I recall, I've used that on Matthew a time or two, and will likely use it on Nathan one day. :)
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