Early morning, Saturday--mommy and daddy's bed.
Levi: TA-DA!!!!!!!!!!! (brandishing something in his hand, waving triumphantly)....
Mom: What is that Levi?
Levi: It's a booger.
Dad: Awesome.
End Scene.
Showing posts with label toddler speak. Show all posts
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Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Negotiator--or how the war against the smoothie was won.
Early morning, Thursday--breakfast time (day two of operation "get son to drink new smoothie drink).
Levi: What you making me mom? What we gonna eat?
Mom: How about you try this smoothie? It's delicious. It has banana! Max and Jake LOVE smoothies.
Levi: Noooooooooo! No mom. I don't like smoothie. I want peanut butter and toast.
Mom: Okay, you can have peanut butter and toast and you can just try the smoothie. You can have both. Just one sip of smoothie!
Levi: I don't WANT a smoothie. Just peanut butter. And toast.
Mom: Sorry little dude. No peanut butter and toast without smoothie. You eat way too much toast.
Levi: I don't LIKE smoothie.
Mom: You've never even TRIED smoothie. Try it, you'll like it. Hey, if you don't just try ONE SIP of smoothie, you aren't eating toast.
Levi: (head cocked to one side, contemplating) Well...... what do I get if I don't have smoothie and toast? Cereal Bar?!? I love cereal bar.
Mom: No, I don't have any cereal bar. We are all out. But you can have a smoothie! Yummm, banana.
Levi: (falls on floor in fit of hysteria, crying etc...) ahhhhhh! I WANT a cereal bar....Please mom, please. i NEED it. Cereal baarrrrrr.....a*(@^_%Q*!!
Mom: (cringing) Okay, okay, forget it. Just toast, with peanut butter.
Levi: Okay! Yummy. I love toast. And Peanut butter.
End Scene.
Levi: What you making me mom? What we gonna eat?
Mom: How about you try this smoothie? It's delicious. It has banana! Max and Jake LOVE smoothies.
Levi: Noooooooooo! No mom. I don't like smoothie. I want peanut butter and toast.
Mom: Okay, you can have peanut butter and toast and you can just try the smoothie. You can have both. Just one sip of smoothie!
Levi: I don't WANT a smoothie. Just peanut butter. And toast.
Mom: Sorry little dude. No peanut butter and toast without smoothie. You eat way too much toast.
Levi: I don't LIKE smoothie.
Mom: You've never even TRIED smoothie. Try it, you'll like it. Hey, if you don't just try ONE SIP of smoothie, you aren't eating toast.
Levi: (head cocked to one side, contemplating) Well...... what do I get if I don't have smoothie and toast? Cereal Bar?!? I love cereal bar.
Mom: No, I don't have any cereal bar. We are all out. But you can have a smoothie! Yummm, banana.
Levi: (falls on floor in fit of hysteria, crying etc...) ahhhhhh! I WANT a cereal bar....Please mom, please. i NEED it. Cereal baarrrrrr.....a*(@^_%Q*!!
Mom: (cringing) Okay, okay, forget it. Just toast, with peanut butter.
Levi: Okay! Yummy. I love toast. And Peanut butter.
End Scene.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
We stand corrected
Levi likes to make sure we know exactly what's what.
On movies:
Hey buddy, do you want to watch the movie Up?
Levi: No, no Mommy, it's not Up, it's Down!
On himself:
Aren't you a little man!
Levi: No, no. I'm not a man, I'm a boy.
On culinary delights:
Here's some pasta for dinner, Levi.
Levi: No, daddy. That's not pasta. That's mac and cheese.
On sports:
Good job Levi. You hit the baseball.
Levi: NO! no, Mommy. That's a foul tip. That's not a good job.
Well, okay then.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I guess he needs "Levi time".
Levi: Mommy, I wanna go potty!
Mom: You need to potty Levi? Great, let's go to the potty.
(The two proceed to the potty, where Levi makes himself comfortable)
Levi: Okay, Mommy, now go way.
Mom: You want me to go away?
Levi: Yes, go A-WAY Mommy. I need privacy.
Mom: You need to potty Levi? Great, let's go to the potty.
(The two proceed to the potty, where Levi makes himself comfortable)
Levi: Okay, Mommy, now go way.
Mom: You want me to go away?
Levi: Yes, go A-WAY Mommy. I need privacy.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Future's so bright...
In response to Levi's request to "Turn out the lights!" as we walked down Eastern Parkway on this very sunny morning:
Problem solved.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Persistence
The scene: 6:00am, Saturday, Our Room.
Kevin has sleepily stumbled from our bed to Levi's room and returned with a very awake toddler. Kevin settles them both into bed with the hope of catching a few more zzzzs...
Levi: Mama, Daddy....WAKE UP!
Tasha: No Levi, not time yet.
Levi: Luuunch?
Kev: No Levi, go to sleep.
Levi: (trying again) Breakfuust?
Tasha: Levi, please just go night night. (rolls over and pretends to sleep)
Levi: Mac n' Cheese?
Kev: (groans) No mac n' cheese Levi, it nighttime.
Levi: b'nana?
Tasha: (still pretending), no, no b'nana.
Levi: ohs?, bar? (cheerios, cereal bar)
Kev: Levi! No. You. Sleep. (grumble, grumble)
All is silent for a while. Levi seems to settle in to the pillows; draping an arm around Tasha's head. Kevin's snores resume.
Tasha: (slowing fading into dreamland...)
Levi: Luuunch?
Kevin has sleepily stumbled from our bed to Levi's room and returned with a very awake toddler. Kevin settles them both into bed with the hope of catching a few more zzzzs...
Levi: Mama, Daddy....WAKE UP!
Tasha: No Levi, not time yet.
Levi: Luuunch?
Kev: No Levi, go to sleep.
Levi: (trying again) Breakfuust?
Tasha: Levi, please just go night night. (rolls over and pretends to sleep)
Levi: Mac n' Cheese?
Kev: (groans) No mac n' cheese Levi, it nighttime.
Levi: b'nana?
Tasha: (still pretending), no, no b'nana.
Levi: ohs?, bar? (cheerios, cereal bar)
Kev: Levi! No. You. Sleep. (grumble, grumble)
All is silent for a while. Levi seems to settle in to the pillows; draping an arm around Tasha's head. Kevin's snores resume.
Tasha: (slowing fading into dreamland...)
Levi: Luuunch?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Words I never thought would be strung together in a sentence...
Say bye bye poo poo!
No Levi, the tv doesn't want a cracker. Or a kiss.
Please don't stick your hand in the toilet.
More to come...
Thanks to Amy for the pic!
No Levi, the tv doesn't want a cracker. Or a kiss.
Please don't stick your hand in the toilet.
More to come...
Thanks to Amy for the pic!
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