A conversation with my three year old :
Him:” Mummy.”(slightly louder and whinier)
Him: “Mummy.”(even louder with added whinge)
Me: (already losing my patience somewhat) “Yes for goodness sake tell me.”
Him: “um when it’s wet I have to …. Mummy.”(to attract my attention because I am rudely trying to fold laundry as well as listen)
Me: “Yes, I’m listening.”
Him: “Cos when it’s wet I have to wear my raincoat, when it’s dry.. Mummy when it’s wet… Mummy.”
Me: (already fairly confident of where this conversation is going and starting to lose the will to care) “I’m listening Robo Boy, think about what you want to say and tell me.”
Him: “Mummy when it’s wet I have to wear my raincoat, when it’s dry I have to .. um… I have to … um Mummy.”
Me: (desperate to finish his sentence for him and move on) “Robo Boy think about what you want to say and slowly tell me, all the way to the end.”
Him: “Mummy, um, when it’s wet I wear my raincoat, when it’s dry I have to.. um… I don’t have to.. um…. Mummy… I don’t have to wear my raincoat. When it’s wet I have to wear my raincoat, when it’s dry I don’t have to wear my raincoat.” (satisfied smile)
Me: (singing hallelujah in my head) “Thats right Robo Boy, thank you for telling me.”
or on a bad day
Me:” Yes, fascinating Robo Boy, now can I go to the toilet.”
Seriously this is driving me utterly bonkers. I have this kind of conversation with him upwards of ten times a day about one thing or another. I really can’t take much more of it. It makes me impatient, frustrated and just plain shouty. It makes me wish my brain came with an off switch.
So please tell me dear readers, how do you cope with this delightful preschooler trait ? I really need some advice because otherwise I will spend the next few years going slowly round the bend.