Last night the kids and I drove a friend into Seattle. It was dark, we’d had a long day, it was getting close to bedtime. The kids were feeling snuggly, but Thomas didn’t have his trusted blankie.
Out of the silence he says, “Mommy, can I have your phone because I took a picture of my bwankie and I want to wook at it.”
I didn’t answer right away.
Did he just say he took a picture of his blankie? With my phone? And now he wants to snuggle with that picture as a representation of his actual blankie?!
I can’t teach this stuff – IT JUST HAPPENS.
He’s so brilliant he’ll support me in my old age (so maybe I shouldn’t burn the stinky blankie after all).