Whatcha Doing?

Dear Caden,

"Momma, whatcha doing?" Your giant brown eyes look at me with curiosity.

"I am cooking dinner for us."

A full thirty seconds pass and you brought your stool to the counter so you can watch and assist me.

"Momma, watcha doing?"

"I am still cooking, what are you doing?"

The past few days you have been asking us this question quite a lot, to the point that I want to hit my head on a wall. While I don't mind your curiosity and I encourage learning, please wait at least until I have started on a different task or wait at least a minimum of 5 minutes before re-asking.

"Momma, watcha doing?"

I look at you, trying to hide my frustration of this question that has seemingly taken over our recent conversations. "I am still doing the same thing that I was doing when you last asked. What are you doing, Caden?"

You giggle and tell me, "I asking you, Whatcha doing Momma!"

Love,
Mommy

How to Train a Dragon

Dear Caden,

You eye the dragon fruit with trepidation.
"I no like it."
"That's ok Caden, would you like to hold it?"
You look at it for a minute and then hold out your hand, giggling when I give it to you. You fiddle with it for a few and then hand it back to me.
"I no like it."
You disappear into the living room, dancing and singing. Suddenly I see you at my feet.
"Momma, I need fire!"
"Come again? Fire?!"
"Momma, I need fire!" Your little fingers reach for the dragon fruit.
"Dragons eat this and have fire. I need fire!"
The next thing I know, you have devoured half of the dragon fruit and have begun roaring and "breathing" fire. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as you stumble around pretending to a fierce dragon. I cannot help but laugh at you being that you refuse to eat pizza, but will inhale a dragon fruit all because you think it will make you breathe fire.

This may be a good time to change the batteries in our smoke detectors. Also, can anyone give me a tip on how to train a dragon?

Love,
Mommy

Sharing

Dear Caden,

I see you leaning in towards Jacob at the dinner table.
"Caden, please leave Jacob alone so he can eat."
You scoot back and continue eating, talking about how you made Olaf with play-doh today.
Two minutes pass and I see your hand quickly dart from Jacob's tray. I didn't think anything of it until I saw you do it again two more times.
"Caden."
You stop and I can see your mind doing double time, the twinkle of mischief glinting in your eyes.
"Mommy, you beautiful."
"Thank you Caden, but what are you doing?"
"Mommy, let it go! Let it go!"
"Caden, we aren't singing Frozen. What were you doing with Jacob?"
"I sharing Momma. I sweet and I share with Jacob. Jacob hungry."
We have a deal at our house - if you eat your vegetables, you get a cookie. I noticed that all of your peas are missing from your plate. I must give you credit for being thoughtful and sharing - perhaps you wouldn't mind sharing your cookie as well?

Love,
Mommy

Make a Cake!

Dear Caden,

"Momma! I have a surprise for you!"
"Oh, do you? That is really sweet of you Caden."
"It's in my pockets Momma...here get it."
You come towards me with your hip out. I should've known better, after all, you are 100% boy.
I feel something crunchy that breaks into pieces. The more I try and get it, the more there seems to be. I finally empty out your pockets to find : 1 small stick, a rock and 4 June bugs
"See Momma! I surprise you! We can make a cake!"
While I am pleased that your imagination is in high gear, please do not bring home bugs in your pockets. Also, bugs don't belong in cakes. Ever.

Love,
Mommy