Why don’t toddlers come equipped with a mute button? You know, for those days when they’re running around like little chickadees while you are pulling your hair out on the couch, dying for a few quiet minutes?
I was lying on the couch after a particularly trying day taking care of two kiddos who DON’T NAP, while RE kept at me: “MommyMommyMommyMommyMomMomMomMomWAKEUPWAKEUPMommyMommyMommyMomMomMom” Well, you get the idea.
Exasperated, I finally hollered back, “Where is your mute button?!“
She matter of factly, and without missing a beat, pulled up her shirt and replied, “Right here, Mommy.” Duh. Of course.
I tried pushing her belly button, but apparently, it’s broken.