breakfast birdy

While attempting the impossible and ridiculous task of trying to sleep in one morning, Conner took his turn to come and pester me. I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't remember what he was saying/whining/asking me about, because I was still half dead to the world, but I quickly became aware of the fact that as he was yammering on, he was flapping his arms like he was a little baby bird. Which in our home, is pretty standard... kids pretending to be animals.

Once consciousness began to settle upon my brain, I realized I hadn't heard a word Conner was saying, and because I didn't want my inattention to hurt his little feelers, with my quick thinking mothering skills, I moved the conversation to something that would grab his attention.

"Conner, let's go downstairs and get some breakfast okay?" That one usually always nabs them, but oddly enough, not this day.

Conner says: "But today is Tuesday, and we don't have breakfast on Tuesdays!"

Who knew? Certainly not me! And to think, all this time I had been feeding my children breakfast on Tuesdays... and I wasn't even supposed to!!! I don't remember that being in the mother's handbook, but what do I know?

Because I've been Conner's mother for the past four years, I know him very well, and knew there would be no point in arguing the fact that there IS breakfast on Tuesdays. Once Conner has spoken, he has spoken, and he is always right, so don't even bother trying to contradict him. Instead, I pulled this one on him.

"Well, today is Sunday, and on Sundays we have breakfast."

Because, in fact, it WAS Sunday, not Tuesday... you didn't really think an almost four year old would just know what day of the week it was on his own did you???

Conner seemed happy to accept my statement, and continued to flap his arms like a little baby bird. Because I should also point out right about now, that he had NOT stopped flapping his arms from the moment he had first come in. You'd think they would have gotten tired, but they didn't. He has those high energy kid arms.

So, now that the breakfast topic had been taken care of, and as I was highly amused by his bird flapping arms, I say to him, "are you a bird, Conner?"

Conner, who still continued to flap those arms, gets a confused look on his face and says, "HUH???.... No!"

Now, I'm feeling kind of confused, because I am so SURE he was trying to be a bird, so I say, "well then, what are you?"

To which he matter-of-factly replies, "I'm just a person, mommy."

Of course.

Never a dull moment with Conner around.