Late at night, I hear Matthew. Not crying, not yelling, simply saying in a monotone voice over and over and over, "Mama, mama, mama, mama."
"What Matthew?"
"Mama."
"Yes, Matthew?"
"I hit Didi." (Didi is Cameron's nickname.)
"Oh, you hit Didi?"
"Yah. I hit Didi."
"What happened."
"Didi hurt."
"Did you get a time out?"
"Yah. I hit Didi."
"Did you say sorry?"
"Sorry Didi."
"Okay, good night Matthew."
"Mama, mama, mama."
"What Matthew?"
"It hit Daddy."
"You hit Daddy?"
"TRICKED YOU!"
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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This is so sweet... I wonder, did he dream it or was he remembering something that happened during the day?
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