No time for number one.
Murph is impatient by nature.
I knew this when he arrived 3 days ahead of schedule, even though I had been warned that first babies often come late.
From the time he was little we would count to three to do things. Tickle, jump, slide, whatever was called for at the time.
Murph doesn't have time for that. This summer he would try to jump in the water to swim with each number. He would stick out his foot to convince me to let him go.
Now, he has decided to work around this insane counting thing.
He starts at two.
If I sit him at the top of the slide he will immediately call out DOO! Which in Murphish is two. No time for the number one. And by the number three he expects to be halfway down the slide.
Leave it to my child to figure out a way around such trivial things to get his way.
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2 comments:
If I were him, I'd skip #2. It almost always takes longer.
TWP only would skip #2 because that's what her sister taught her. You on the other hand would skip #2 because one time Dad yelled at you about it.
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