Thomas never ceases to amaze me. Today while Luke was napping Thomas decided to help me make my bed. We threw the pillows on the floor and his eyes lit up. "Ohhhhhh Mommmmmmmy, a nest." Then he plops his little behind on my pile of pillows. I laid on the bed and we had a little conversation.
"Awww, are you a Mommy bird?"
"No Mommy, I'm a Dinosaur waiting for my babies to catch."
"Oh, are you catching eggs?"
"Nooooo Mommy, I'm sitting on the eggs so they will catch."
"Okay, let me know when your done so I can make my bed."
A few minutes go by as he's waiting for his eggs to hatch (or catch.) He decides to plunder under my bed and found all kinds of goodies. He totally lost interest in his babies, or so I thought. I decided to get my pillows off of the floor and finish making my bed. Thomas walks back into my room and says..."Mommy, my nest, oh no!" For about 20 seconds he was seriously pissed because I ruined his nest. Then he hears "Let's get going and fix it right, Twist and turn, make it tight... " and runs to the living room. Handy Manny saved my ass from a pissed off Mama Dinosaur.
I make my bed and go get on the computer. For some reason Thomas is jazzed over Manny, he hasn't watched him in months. He dug to the bottom of his toy box and found his tools, and stuck a wrench and hammer in his underwear.
You have to love the 3 year old mind.
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