When I told Noah, "No dinner? No dessert!" he looked me right in the eye and said, "Apparently, you are a bad momma." And remember, he doesn't say his Rs and Ls.
When Noah saw me eat a piece of candy, he yelled, "STOP EATING THAT! YOUR STOMACH WILL STICK OUT!!!"
When I told Noah, "Don't turn on the light while Mommy is driving--it's dangerous," he waited until I had pulled out onto the road and THEN turned it on. I pulled over and waited for him to turn it off. I told him a policeman would take us all away if he saw the light on. It took him a long, full sixty seconds to DECIDE to turn it off.
When I told Noah, "Time to get in the bathtub," he did, but tried to shove Joey into the wall so that he could have Joey's spot. He had to sit in his towel until he could agree to be nice.
When I told Noah, "Time to get out out of the bathtub," he yelled, "NO!" and turned his legs into giant water scissors. Water splashed over the sides of the tub everywhere. He glared at me, his scariest glare, and then got up and unplugged the tub. When I tried to lift him out, he pushed my hands away and did it himself.
When I told Noah and Joey, "It's story time. Everyone pick their spot for our bedtime story," Noah said, "I want to play with my slinky." I sat down next to Joey and opened our all-time favorite book. Noah threw the slinky in the air. It bounced, then rolled along the carpet. "Wait!" he cried. "Wait! I want to hear the story, too!" He snatched up the slinky, now a long snake of knotty coils, and ran from the room to put it away. Seconds later, he squished himself between Joey and me and said, "Okay, start."
I opened to the first page. Before I could begin, Noah put his little hand over mine and said, "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always. Okay. You read now, Momma."
You have to admit, he's beautiful.