I’m at the beach with all my kids, my brother and his 4-year-old daughter, Ella Grace and my mom. Having a 1, 3, 4, and 5-year-old in close quarters is entertaining and LOUD, to say the very least. They all want the same thing…at the same time…all of the time.
One of them says, “I want to play with the ball!” And immediately the other two chime in, in unison, “I want the ball, tooo-ooo-ooo!” (Three distinct syllables.)
“I want a snack!’
“I want a snack, TOOO-OOO-OOO!”
“I want to go swimming!”
“I want to go swimming, tooo-ooo-ooo!”
You get the idea.
Yesterday my brother, Matt, was making them bowls of cereal, and very wisely chose the plastic bowls over the china.
Aubrey protested, “Uh! I want a glass bowl!”
“Of course you do,” Matt said, “you want something that will break.”
My niece Ella Grace didn’t miss a beat, “Dad-deeeeeee! I want something that will break tooo-ooo-ooo!”