"UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" It's a gutteral, eye rolling, four-year old moan. "Dat is so an-noy-ing!!!" He flings himself forward across the coffee table, hiding his eyes beneath blond bangs that desperately need a hairdresser.
Mommy and Daddy are kissing in the kitchen.
We laugh at him.
Noa toddles past. Smiles. "Dood durl, mummy."
"See Liam?" I say, arms still around his daddy's neck. "I'm a good girl!"
I plant another kiss.
He rolls off the table onto the floor. "You're gwoss!"
He rolls off the table onto the floor. "You're gwoss!"
ReplyDeletefavourite line. Says so much with so little ;)
I hope to one day be able to gross my kids out too :P
Give Liam about 10 years, and he'll be changing his mind. ;)
ReplyDeleteThese are the memories that will make him grow into a good man.
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