I was writing the previous blog while my son was in the tub playing the other night when he started getting into a hard core dramatization with his rubber duckies. So I dropped what I was writing and just started to transcribe. This was his conversation:
- Did you make poo poo big duck?
- Yea, you didn't!
- You're a big boy.
- You need to go poop in the potty.
- You're a big duck.
- Oh no, you made poo poo in the tub little duck!
- I'm going to put my legs on you because you made poop in the tub and you're a stinko.
- Guys, stay there, I'm going to put my legs on you.
- I'm not going to change you because it's not okay.
- That's so sad.
- Should I change you? No I'm not.
- Now you're crying and you want me to change you.
- Okay fine.
- Wow, that was a big one little duckie. Let me get the wipes.
- You're done.
- Now it's your turn. Oh boy, you need wipes too.
- You guys are big boys.
- Oh shoot.
- Okay, you're done.
- I have to clean you still okay duckie?
- You can't swim now because I have to change you because there's poo poo on you.
- Mommy! I need to get out of the tub because little duck made a poo poo and it's yucky in here now.
Classic.
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