BUBBYISMS

Breydon asked me to help him find something in a magazine. I was looking up information online so I said, “Buddy, give me a minute. Mommy has to finish something.” Breydon says, “Mommy, you are not minding me.”

Breydon was misbehaving at dinner the other night. I gave him his warning and told him he’d have to go to the “naughty seat” (aka time out) if he continued. Unfortunately, he continued and so the ride home from the restaurant was tough. He was hysterical and I knew I had to stick with the plan. He kept saying, “Mommy, I love you. Please don’t make me go.” I kept telling him that he had to learn his lesson because he didn’t listen to us. He finally calmed down. Then all of the sudden a loud cry came from the back seat. I said, “Buddy, what’s wrong?” He said, “I was bad so I have to go to jail!” Guess, we should have explained Daddy’s job as a prosecutor and putting the bad guys in jail a little better. Ooops! I explained that he was not going to jail. He did go to the naughty seat, but I couldn’t help but love all over him the rest of the evening!

Breydon was in his bed the other night and all was quiet. Then we hear, “Hello?” Silence… “Hello? Is anyone there? I might need someone!” Guess he thought we put him in bed and went out for the evening.