A conversation with a two year old...

** I had to add another story!**

The following story took place at our house Sunday morning when I woke up.

Cameron, who was laying on the couch with his daddy is crying and being fussy.

Mommy: Cameron, what's the matter? (in a nice, caring voice)
Cameron: I in a mood. (in a whiny, leave me alone voice)

Oh how I love that explanation. I think he may of heard me say that one too many times during this pregnancy.




As I was putting Cameron to sleep last night, he pointed to my mouth said:
Cameron: Mommy, what that?
Mommy: That is my mouth.
Cameron: No mommy. What on chin?
Mommy: Thanks Cameron, that is a pimple.
Cameron: What pimple mommy? (with a disgusting look on his face)
Mommy: It is something Mommy doesn't like either.
Cameron: I don't like it pimple. Want me to take it off?
Mommy: No thank you and good night son. You just made my day!