The other night, I was in the other room while Paul and Daddy laughed and played. After a little while, Paul came in to find me.
“Mommy,” he said in a toddler whine. “Daddy stole my nose!!”
“Tell him to give it back,” I responded, trying to surpress a laugh.
From the other room, I could hear Paul repeating this request to Daddy. Daddy, being the joker that he is, said, “I can’t. I ate it.”
I went in a moment later to see Paul with his definitive sad face (lip protruding as far as it would go) and the saddest little look on his face. Apparently, this was pretty serious.
I let him steal my nose too, and all was well. Still, I’ll never forget that little toddler tattle-tale whine: “Daddy stole my nose!!”
I am reminded of a quarrel my children once had. One little girl was watering flowers–in the bedroom with an imaginary hose and imaginary flowers. Another child went to the wall and turned off the “faucet.” I came into the room in response to the wails of protest, and I think I had to turn the water back on to settle the dispute. I just love kids’ imaginations!