"Yay! Boob" OR Why I never get anything written

Mommy: “Emerson, do you want a cookie?”


Emerson:“eah!” (big grin) “dut-dee” (dances)



Mommy hands him a cookie.



Emerson:“uh oh – a hand” (holding up his other hand to show me it’s empty)


Mommy: “You want another one?”


Emerson:“eah!” (big grin) “dut-dee” (dances)



Mommy hands him another and takes one for herself. Oopsie Mommy! But that’s okay because he holds his hand out for that one too.



Mommy: “That’s my cookie.”


Emerson:“Un-unh. EIN!”


Mommy: (shrugs): “If you say so.” (toddles off to attempt a rewrite of an article proposal.)



Before computer has fully booted:



Emerson:“Boob!” (crawling into Mommy’s lap)


Mommy: “You have cookies!” (thinking to herself: you only got them so I could get a couple minutes at the computer!)

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Emerson:“a BOOB!"


Mommy: “How about a nice glass of milk with your cookies?”


Emerson: “Un-unh”


Mommy: “What would you like to drink then? Juice? Water?”


Emerson:(grinning) “Ba-Ba-Ba-BOOB! Dut-dee” (smushes cookie crumbs into Mommy’s chest)


Mommy: “You know you’re destroying any chance I have at a proper writing career, right?”


Emerson:(with his nouth full) “Hmm-mmm. Yay! Boob!