During Isaac's sickness one of the unforeseen blessings of our sometimes negligent parenting was that we hadn't yet taken away his soother. We had made half- hearted attempts which had been quickly foiled by Isaac's persistent crying grating against the weak will of his parents (coupled with other, more worthy, battles). Our 'negligence' proved a great blessing during his hospital stay as his soother and his blanket were, at times, all that he could reply upon. Thus, I couldn't help laughing today when the following scene played out after breakfast.
Isaac pointed at the cupboard above the microwave and asked for "Isaac's soosie." I opened the cupboard and discovered that he was gesturing at the bottle given to us at the hospital. I passed it to him; he smiled; and then asked for Daddy's soosie. He was gesturing at an empty beer bottle.
Our children bring us to our knees. Sometimes with a direct blow.
3 comments:
I totally appreciate Dave's soosie. Oh, how soothing it is! I have one that looks similar, except it's taller, the liquid is lighter, and it takes me several days to go through it. Still awesome though, and no gluten. :)
I think daddy has a problem. I am here for him.
That is adorable! So, so funny!
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