In an effort to try and get Finny to start thinking about some of the changes he is going to face this year, including moving to a ‘Big Boy’ bed, potty training, and giving up his beloved Tissa (his pacifier), I have been starting to lay some of the groundwork towards these life changes by occasionally talking casually about how these adjustments are coming up.
A few weeks ago I tried to introduce the concept of giving up Tissa by explaining to him that Tissas are for babies and Finny is a big boy. He must’ve been rolling this over in his mind today at lunch as he sat quietly munching his egg salad sandwich and spooning heaping spoonfuls of applesauce into his mouth.
“Mommy?” he began, “Babies need Tissas, don’t they?”
“Yes, Finny. Babies need Tissas. Are you a baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“No, you’re not a baby, are you? You’re a big boy, right?”
“Uh-huh.” Then, he thought for a moment about where this was going and countered with,
“But my shirt is long enough and my apples are good.”
Then he broke it down with a chair dance to Duffy’s pop hit “Mercy” with a little ‘raise the roof’ arm pumping and some wicked, crazy leg shaking.
I nearly fell out of my chair.
You win again, Finn. You always do.
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