Once again, my son has outsmarted me. Funny how such a little person can teach me a thing or two about the English language.
I was getting Nolan’s breakfast ready the other morning. “Do you want some food?” I asked. “Go get in your chair and you can have some food.”
Normally, Nolan will head towards our kitchen table and try to pull himself up onto one of the chairs. From there, I lift him into his high chair and slide on his plastic tray.
As I sliced the English muffin and popped it into the toaster, Nolan headed in another direction.
“Get in your chair if you want some food,” said I.
Nolan walked into our family room, and started lugging out this little foam chair we have for him to watch television.
Dumfounded, I watch as he plopped it down in the middle of the kitchen floor and then sat in it.
Oh boy, I thought.
He was right.
That is his chair and he’s sitting in it.
I praised him for his effort, then lifted him into my arms and carried him over to his high chair for his breakfast.
Silly mommy, I’m going to have to be careful about what I say to the little man.