Captain Chaos climbs into bed with me this morning.
He sits under the blanket for a few minutes just snuggling before turning over.
Captain Chaos : Morning Mommy!
M: eh... *yawn* Morning sweetie. Wanna sleep and cuddle a bit?
Captain Chaos : Ok.
*snuggles down*
Captain Chaos : Mommy? Who's eyes are these?
M: *opens eyes with confusion. Captain Chaos is pointing to his own eyes* What do you mean?
Captain Chaos : My eyes are blue. Who's eyes are these?
M: You mean like are they like Mommy's or Daddy's?
Captain Chaos : Yeah. Your eyes are blue.
M: No. My eyes are hazel. Your eyes are blue. Daddy's eyes are amber. But blue eyes run in Mommy's family. That's genetics.
Captain Chaos : *pausing to think with furrowed brow* Genetics? What's genetics?
M: It's when a Mommy and a Daddy get together to make a baby and the baby grows into a big kid that looks a certain way.
Captain Chaos : *thinking* Like a kid with blue eyes?
M: Yes.
Captain Chaos : Or a kid with green hair.
M: Yes. *note- I'm trying to end the conversation and go to sleep*
Captain Chaos : Or a Mommy with stinky breath?
M: Or a little boy with a spanked hiney!
Captain Chaos : *giggles then begins sing-songing* Genetics! Genetics! Genetics!!! Genetics!!!
I finally gave up and took him downstairs for breakfast. He sang the word genetics until he had a yogurt cup in hand.
Friday, March 7, 2008
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