Layton came to me a few days ago all shiny clean from his bath and said with a little pouty lip, “Mommy, I growed up.” Awwhhh. And like any mother, my heart melted a little bit and I scooped him up and gave him kisses and assured him that he was still my little baby. However, he insisted, “I growed up”.
Seconds later Nathan came in from the bathroom and told me what he was trying to say – “I throwed up.” Or rather he had gagged a little on some water that he had swallowed while playing in the tub. Don’t get me wrong, my child is adorable, but for some strange reason his phrase just didn’t seem quite as cute anymore.
In the immortal words of the child himself:
I couldn’t have said it better myself.