Anders-isms

I had to write down some random conversations with the beef.

1.

Me: humming a sweet tune.

Anders: Mom, why are you singing that song?

Me: I dunno. I guess it's just stuck in my head.

Anders: I will help you get it out. SMACK.

Me: Ouch.

Anders: Did it work?

2.

Anders: Mom, guess what?

Me: What, Ans?

Anders: Last night, I was very sneaky. When everyone was a sleep I snuck into the pantry and got a fruit snack. Then I went to my bed and ate it under the covers. You didn't see me, huh Mom? I was so so sneaky. giggles.

Me: Well, true. You were very very sneaky dude.

3.

Anders has formed the bad habit of creeping into our bed in the middle of the night. I hear his little voice plea in my ear, "Mom, can I just have a little snuggle?" To which I can't deny him. After all he's growing up way too fast, and I feel like I need to cherish these little moments of needing and wanting security with me and the dad. So I strain to pull my soon to be four year old into the middle of the bed and snuggle up to him until Estela wakes up for milk. As soon as I hear Stela growling through the monitor, I pick up Anders and tuck him back into his bed. Last night, while doing this Anders groggily said through his sleep, "Mom? I really really want to go in an airplane."

The things little boys dream about.