Our little Doodles has suddenly morphed into a teenager. Truly. Note the various conversations we’ve all had with him lately, shades of the conversations we’ll be having ad nausem for the next fifteen and a half years:
At 7:57 a.m.
Me: Doodles, it’s time to get ready for school.
Doodles: I don’t want to go to school!
Me: Doodles, you have to go to school. Now, is Mommy going to get your jacket on or do you want to put your jacket on?
Doodles: I don’t want to go to school! LEAVE ME ALONE!
In the bathroom
Adam: Okay, Doodles, let me help you get your pants off. Do you want me to read you a book while you’re on the potty?
Doodles: I need PRIVACY!
In the car after a disastrous departure from a friend’s house.
Me: Doodles, that was not okay. When Mommy says it’s time to leave, we have to leave.
Doodles, silent in the back seat, looking out the window.
Me: Doodles, do you hear me? When Mommy says we need to leave, we have to leave. If this continues, we won’t be able to go back to Grape’s house anymore.
Doodles, still silent in the back seat, looking out the window.
Me: Doodles, do you hear me?
Doodles: I don’t want to talk.
Oh, joy. And I’m looking forward to when Sweetie Pie can talk? What am I, crazy?
