I was reading a blog of my friend Corrinne today about what she does all day as a mother. I was engrossed and not paying attention to what Rohan, who was sitting on my lap, was saying to me. (He talks a LOT and sometimes I tune him out) Involved in my reading as I was, I finally tuned back in when he touched my cheek to turn my face toward his, raised the decibel of his voice and said, very sternly, "IS. THAT. CLEAR. ??"
(I, apparently, say that enough to my kids that he's parroting it back to me. Awesome.)
This got my attention CLEARLY, and I asked him to repeat what he said.
"Mommy. Will. You. Get. New. Batt. Er. Ies. In. My. Mote. Con. Trol. Car."
(Translation: Mommy, will you get new batteries in my remote control car?)
And then, once again, "IS. THAT. CLEAR?"
I laughed. "Yes, that's clear, son. Now ask me nicely."
He did and followed his now-nice request by yelling suddenly, "I need to get dressed!"
"Yes, you do," I replied.
He went to his clothes basket and found his clothes. As he was putting on his shirt he said, "This shirt smells like stinky food." I stifled a laugh (as I do so often around this child) and told him to put on another shirt.
"But I like this one, Mom!" he responded.
"Well, then," I said, "Wear the shirt that smells like stinky food!"
He just giggled.
And so did I.
And... he's still wearing the shirt.