If you have or have ever been around a two year old, I am sure you have heard the "It's mine" a few (hundred) times.
Everything is Andrew's. Not only does he declare his toys, clothes, and food as "mine" but also my food, clothes, car, house, and cell phone are, according to him, Andrew's.
"Dat Andrew's" or "Dat mine" is heard no less than 500 times a day.
Well. My son has taken this possession phase (it is a phase, right?) to a whole new level.
As I was cleaning out his crusty nose the other morning, Andrew became very upset and started crying, "No dat mine, mama. Dat my boogers. Dat Andrew boogers".
And you think that is gross. He then cried, "Put it back. Put boogers back, mama."
Grossed out? That's my son, ladies. That's my son.
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That. Was. HILARIOUS!!! Bad mommy, for stealing his boogers! :)
So funny! Eli has started telling me to put his kisses back, but he's never gone as far as the boogers. I love it!
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