I’m Going To Jail — Wish Me Luck!
At least, that’s what Benjamin is telling me. Let me explain: Ben has his mild pneumonia going on but he feels pretty good so he’s trying to do what little boys do, like run and jump and tumble (and complain). When he does these things he ultimately starts coughing like crazy and when he coughs too violently he ends up tossing cookies, or in this case, antibiotics. It’s been terrible trying to get him to stay settled down — I’ve ultimately decided to rely on the brain drain. You know, the TV.
He’s watching “Little People“, one of the two stories we own from that collection. Apparently my mind reading skills aren’t up to snuff and I chose the wrong story. After a few minutes Ben demanded to have the story changed to our other tape but unfortunately I’m not one to give in to demands from a 2.5 year old. So I told him he’d have to wait until the first one finished. At that point he turned ugly, pointed right at me and said, “you’re not being nice! You’re going to jail!”. I didn’t know that he had discovered the concept of jail yet. Perhaps he remembers the days when I used to put him in his crib when he was being bad and thus sprang knowledge of jail, as naturally as discovering that water is wet.
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