I pulled out glasses for lunch and opted to give Jesse a glass cup. I'd say it was his first time to have one, not counting the times he's taken a drink from someone else's glass. I set it down in front of him and poured him some strawberry kefir.
He looked at it and looked at me, smiling, and said, "Is this my cup? A glass cup? Why?"
As I was contemplating what to say-the real reason was the cupboard with those little glass ones was closer than the plastic ones and I was lazy. I didn't want to admit to being lazy to my two year old so I hesitated, thinking of a diplomatic way to say it. He didn't wait for me to explain.
"Is it because I'm magic?"
I just smiled.
He was very pleased with himself. "I'm magic and I have a glass cup!"
Then I laughed!
3 comments:
I don't get how magic has anything to do with it, but if he thinks he's special... sure!
For a two-year-old to not break a glass cup takes carefullness, caution, hand-to-mouth dexterity, lack of disturbing distractions, and some magic. Jesse is so smart at such a young age. May you never break a glass cup!
I'd say there's a bit of magic involved.
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