okay, that title was a bit dramatic, but boy was i one happy mama when i received a letter from dutch’s school …
dutch and i had an interesting little convo recently that went like this… dutch: when i grow up can i get a …
apparently my dear 6-year-old dutchie thinks this enough to keep me out of his room. child, please.
yesterday my 6-year-old son dutch and i were having dinner and out of the blue he just started rolling off with questions. …
dutch is super picky. i mean, super duper picky. it drives me up a wall. i’ve tried everything to get him to eat or at least try different foods, but no dice. here’s our most recent dinner conversation:
mama: you need to eat more than just the chicken on your plate, dutch. you’re getting too skinny!
dutch: i like being skinny.
mama: and why do you like being skinny, dutch?
dutch: because i can fit in the air vents.
mama: and why would you ever need to fit in the air vents, dutch?
dutch: just in case there’s ever a fire or something and i need to get out of the house!
then he went on to sing various songs of his own making:
“i’m so skinny, i can fit through a hole… i’m so skinny i can fit through a hole…”
“i like being, skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny… skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny…”