I can't believe that I haven't written about this previously in any post on the blog YET since there is one phrase Whitaker utters probably the most often. He says it when he is upset or when he doesn't get his way or when I tell him he can't do something or when I tell him NO he can't eat XYZ for breakfast. lunch or dinner. And since I say those things pretty often, he says this right back to me multiple times a day. He also doesn't limit it to just me but to Pearson, Mae, and other loved ones. You might think it is something so horrible that I refuse to write it and at first my feelings maybe were just a little hurt but since he says it all the time, it is hard to not chuckle about it all. So you might be wondering what it is. Wait no longer, he says, "You are not invited to my birfday party."
Let me just give two scenarios that happened today when I was not invited to his birthday party. The first we were headed to Target. While driving there I told Whitaker we had to run in super duper fast and grab sprinkles for cookies that I made for Mae's class to decorate. He wanted me to buy him Toothless [the dragon from How to Tame Your Dragon]. I told him that we wouldn't be buying that for him today but he could put it on his Christmas list. To which he immediately replied, "You aren't invited to my birfday party."
The second scenario happened when Whitaker wanted me to watch him poop, which I did. What can I say but the kid likes an audience. Afterwards I walked away for a few seconds to tend to something else where Whitaker then flushed the toilet. He screamed from the bathroom to me, "You didn't see my really long poop." I said, "I did see it because I was standing here while you pooped." He then responded on cue, "You aren't invited to my birfday party."
Everyday I get uninvited and then sometimes re-invited to his birthday party. This is an ongoing joke between Pearson and I since it is too hilarious to not laugh about. This has been happening now for about a few months and I almost hope it never ends since I am certain the next thing will not be as cute.
Let me just give two scenarios that happened today when I was not invited to his birthday party. The first we were headed to Target. While driving there I told Whitaker we had to run in super duper fast and grab sprinkles for cookies that I made for Mae's class to decorate. He wanted me to buy him Toothless [the dragon from How to Tame Your Dragon]. I told him that we wouldn't be buying that for him today but he could put it on his Christmas list. To which he immediately replied, "You aren't invited to my birfday party."
The second scenario happened when Whitaker wanted me to watch him poop, which I did. What can I say but the kid likes an audience. Afterwards I walked away for a few seconds to tend to something else where Whitaker then flushed the toilet. He screamed from the bathroom to me, "You didn't see my really long poop." I said, "I did see it because I was standing here while you pooped." He then responded on cue, "You aren't invited to my birfday party."
Everyday I get uninvited and then sometimes re-invited to his birthday party. This is an ongoing joke between Pearson and I since it is too hilarious to not laugh about. This has been happening now for about a few months and I almost hope it never ends since I am certain the next thing will not be as cute.
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