After shower time last night, E and I were cuddling and singing nursery rhymes while sitting on the bathroom floor. I guess he did something that prompted me to give him a big hug to which he screamed, "Mommy, quit hugging me to tight, you are going to crush my ducks". I think he meant 'guts'.
Later that night, he was really going to town on his right eye - just rubbing the heck out of it due to allergies. I asked if he needed a cold rag for the eye or some drops. He said, "No, just get me a bag of ice, with some Coke in it and my blue coat". Luckily I knew what he meant. The other day in the car with my mom, his eyes were bugging him so she grabbed an empty Walmart sack, poured in the ice from her Diet Coke cup, tied it up, put it inside the hood of his blue jacket and convinced him to put it on this sore eyes. It made him feel better so now when his eyes are bothering him, he thinks the solution is a bag of ice with Coke in it, inside the blue coat.
God, I love this kid!!!
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