We've been working on manners with Ethan lately because for some reason he's been backsliding. What was once, "Mommy, can I have some juice?" devolved to, "Mommy get me juice." When it should really be, "Mommy, may I please have some juice and have I told you how great your hair looks?"
Last week was a bit of a rocky patch, reprogramming-wise (Me: "Hey Ethan..." Ethan: "WHAT? I mean, what sir?") but this week he's done great. All I have to do is the Mom Eyebrow Raise to get his manners in check if they start to drift.
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This evening I asked Noah if he changed Oliver's diaper last night. Background: I told the Internet that Oliver was doing great sleeping, so he started waking up every few hours again to comfort nurse just to make me look the fool.
|Watching Baby Einstein First Signs at zero dark thirty because getting up at dawn is a great joke.|
So. This evening I asked Noah if he changed Oliver's diaper last night while he was up with him. Let me rephrase. I sang, "Did you change his bum in the night?" to the tune of Norah Jones's "Come Away With Me." ("Or did yoooou leeeeet hiiiiiiiim stay we-ey-ey-ey-eeeeeet?")
Noah: "How do you do that?"
Me: "I can't explain. It's just comic genius."
Ethan: "I'M a genius. I'm better than you!"
Me: [eyebrow raise]
Ethan: "I mean, I'm better than you, smart. Smarter."
Ethan: "I mean, I'm better smarter than you."
Ethan: "I'm just better and smarter. Okay?"
Ethan: "Don't mess with me." [exeunt]
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Overheard, Ethan to our neighbor out working on his truck...
"Heeeeey! Man! Um, hey Man! It's going to start raining so you'd better be quick!"