Gavinisms

I'm cleaning today. I’m annoyed at the mess that never ends. Daniel is at school and Vincent and Gavin are playing. Gavin sits in the garage that I’m cleaning asking various questions, like who is this toy guy that I’m holding. He keeps trying to engage me in conversation which I’m not in the mood for. Then walking through the house he follows me.

Gavin: “Mom. Mom. Mama. Mom”
Me: “Gav, why do you keep saying my name? I’m tired of it. You’re wearing it out.”

After a thoughtful pause he says:

“Um, Becky? Becky Mama.”

I just had to stop and end my bad mood. What a guy. He’s so persistent and lovable, how can I refuse talking to that?

As I type this, he is still yelling through the house house. “MOM! Mom! Becky. Becky? Becky? Um, I wanna have a pear.”

Gotta go.

But first I need to write a couple other things he's been saying lately.

When I break out a knife in the kitchen and start chopping he says with a pointed index finger:

"Mom, be careful you don't cut off your hand."

When I set my glass of water down he says again:

"Mom, be careful you don't knock over your cup."