It's after 11 pm and I'm still up.
Just wanted to jot down some Johnisms while I have them on the brain.
He hasn't been eating this week, and it's worrying me. I told him yesterday that if he wanted to grow bigger, he'd have to eat. He said 'But I'm a BIG boy, Mom'. I told him he needed to get bigger so he could go to school and ride the bus with his sisters. He loves the bus.
So, today, he wouldn't eat again and I told him, "John, you need to eat something. Remember why?".
He looks at me with his big, round eyes and said "So, I ride the bus!".
He told me he loved me tonight. I said 'How much?'. He said 2-5. Which is like the biggest number he can think of. Usually.
So, Emma asks him how much he loves her. 2-7! I swear, he never said 'seven' before. No fair. Emma wins.
One of his new favorite sayings is 'I din't mean to'. He knocked me in the lip with his head when I was holding him earlier tonight, and I jumped back and put my hand on my lip b/c it hurt like hell, and he said 'Mama, I din't mean to.', all sad and everything. Then he gently put his little baby lips on mine and gave me the sweetest kiss.
That boy can work it.
I've been saying it since the beginning of his life.