Toddlers are truth tellers. At least when telling the truth isn’t going to get them into trouble or result in a time out. “Did you push Emaline?” No, his friend Kendal who isn’t even at our house pushed her. “Who dumped out these Legos?” Silence. Complete silence. “Did you finish your oatmeal?” Yeah, he did. And then I find the entire bowl in the sink…
But when there are times that maybe Elijah doesn’t have to be brutally honest about something, like who just farted in the Target check out line, he gladly tells the truth.
“Mommy, there’s something wrong with your eyes.” When I didn’t sleep more than 4 hours combined one night last week when RJ was out of town, so I look like a zombie. With mascara smears and dark circles.
“I don’t want you to be home. I want daddy to be home.” It would’ve been a little better if he ended with something like, “But I still love you.” He didn’t. He makes it very, very clear that RJ is the fun parent.
“This is not normal chicken.” When I try out a new super healthy and incredibly time consuming recipe for dinner. He gags and spits it out.
“What is that smell mama? I can’t talk because of that gross smell.” As we walk into a McDonald’s restroom for him to wash his hands before eating. (It did smell really bad though.)
And this little nugget of truth telling wisdom that he dropped on me one afternoon when I was trying to cook dinner and told him I needed a minute and to just leave me alone:
“No, you cannot have a minute. I can’t leave you. This is your life, mama. And me and Emmy are here.” So true Eli, so true.
At least there is no shortage of laughter in our house…