Kaden says the cutest things. He says the funniest things. He says the strangest things. I wish that I could remember and record all of it. He's got me laughing, smiling, thinking, and going crazy all day long.
Last week I told him we were taking Beckham to the doctor (same building as the hospital); the conversation went something like this:
me: kaden will you promise to be a good boy when we take beckham to the doctor?
k: no mama, i don't want to take him back to the dr. he's my baby. he's my beckham.
me: well, he is very sick so we need to take him.
k: no mama, i want to keep beckham. he's my baby.
me: no buddy, we are just going to take him so he can get better, but we'll bring him home.
k: promise mama?
k: okay mom. i will be good boy. can i have a sucker?
He actually thought we were going to give him back, return him.
The other night at bedtime Kaden said his prayers and when he was done I asked him if he knew who Jesus was.
k: yeah mom, he is so special. he loves kaden. he loves kaden SO much.
Today I said something he didn't like. I tend to do that. He looked at me very seriously and said:
mama, you have 2 choices. what are you gonna choose? what's your choice, mom?
he never gave me my options though.
Two was a piece of cake. This age of 3 has really given me a run for my money, but it's also been so stinkin' fun. Sometimes I catch myself sinking down to 3-year-old level and arguing with him. He really knows how to push my buttons. He also really knows how to make me so happy. I am going to keep him around for a while.