|In the dog house again!|
Last week, we were explaining to Rowan that we go to church AND that mama and daddy are Witches. His response, "I grow up and wanna be Witches too!" (Heart melt!)
Mama: "Rowan do you want to have a chocolate cookie or a lemon cookie?"
Rowan: "I want BOTH, mommy. BOTH." (Looks at me like I am stupid and points to his hand.)
He has a purple tee shirt with a sparkly Witchlet on it (I got it cheap after Halloween in the girl's section) that he loves. Every time I put it on him he says, "It's Magic, Mommy." I have no idea where he got that.
|In his room, next to his book shelf.|
At first I didn't understand what he meant. "No, you are Rowan, honey."
And he finishes, "I is having a horrible no good day."
(I read him Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day the night before.) We talked about how a nap would make everything better and afterwards he would be a happy kid again. Sure enough, he was.