Jacob: "mom, you find my truck?"
Me: "yes, Jacob, I found your truck."
Jacob: "this my truck, mom?"
Me: "that's your truck. "
Jacob: "you find it? My truck?"
Me: "yes. "
Jacob: "my truck?"
Me: "YES. Your truck. I found your truck, Jacob!"
Ava: "you find Jacob's truck?"
Seriously, it is like living in the Twilight Zone or a mental institution or something. Preschool teachers must have nerves of steel.
But trying to get a three year old to listen is even worse.
Jacob: "I want a drink, pwease."
Me: "thank you for being polite. Would you like water or milk?"
....
Me: "Jacob, water or milk?"
...
Me: "Jacob?"
...
Me:"hello? Jacob?"
...
Me: "JACOB!"
Jacob: "you find my truck?"
If I spend half my days repeating things, I spend the other half looking for things the kids NEED.
Jacob: "mom, I no find my truck?"
Me: "I think it's downstairs. "
Jacob: "where my truck go?"
Me: "I'm looking for it. Just a minute."
Jacob: "where my truck go? Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. "
Me: "I'm looking. "
Jacob: "I want my truck, mom."
-still looking ten minutes later-
Ava: "tummy hurts. Poop."
-take Ava to potty-
Ava: "I help you."
-spend 5 minutes helping Ava walk downstairs and changing her into the pajama shirt and Adam's bedroom slippers that she finds on the floor.-
Jacob: "I want my truck. Where my truck go?"
-finds truck in the middle of the floor where Jacob has been playing.-
Me: "Jacob, I found your truck!"
Jacob: "you find it, mom?!"
Me: "here it is."
Jacob: "I no want it. Where my train go?"
Ava: "I help you!"




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