Apr 17 2009

Dialogue With a 3.5 Year Old

Cole, last night when it was getting dark: I want to wear my helmet and ride my bike.
Me: No, not tonight. It’s too late.
Cole: PLEEEEEEEEAASE?!
Me: No, I already said that it’s too late.
Cole, stretched out flat on his tummy on the cold concrete walkway to block my path to the house: But I will CRY and CRY and CRY!
Me: Well that’s too bad, but it’s still too late.
Cole: Well then I won’t go inside.
Me: Nice try, but if you don’t get up by the count of three I will pick you up and carry you inside.
Cole: NO!
Me: 1…
Cole: But I WILL CRY!
Me: 2…
Cole: Please oh please oh please!!
Me: 3. (Picking him up)
Cole: (Shrieking) NOOOOO! I will walk.
Me: Okay then, go.
Cole, inside house: But I want to wear my helmet and ride my bike!
Me: We just went through this outside and I said it’s too late. Just because we’re inside with the lights on doesn’t mean it’s not too late now.
Cole: BUT I WILL CRY AND CRY AND CRY!
Me:….. (Walk away.)
Cole: WAAAHHHH!
Me: (In the other room quietly laughing about his fake cries.)
Cole: Dad, can I have some cereal and watch a movie?

FIN.

1 Comment

  • By Yoli, April 17, 2009 @ 12:53 pm

    Yeah, you gotta love the 3 year old conversationalist. My three year old said he has a girlfriend named diarrhea. No clue how that came about!

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