November 1, 2011
And so it begins. Sweet, innocent, 2-year-old, Finnley told me to go make some hot dogs for lunch.
I jokingly asked him, “Why do I always have to make lunch?”
He said, “Because that’s what you do.”
I asked, “Why because I’m the mom?” expecting a cute, innocent response.
He said… “No, because you’re a girl.”
While I still needed to correct him for ordering me to do something… it was all I could do not to laugh. If you only understood how isolated this child is from societal influence… where does he come up with this stuff??? Tsk tsk, my son.
