Ok. One quick funny Josh/Cohen story since I haven’t told one in awhile…and I just remembered it when I asked Cohen where his “juicy” was (this is the name for his sippy cup- its sound like “sushi” when he says it but I know what he means).
I didn’t realize this until Cohen was at the modeling age, but apparently when I ask him where something is, I put both of my hands out, palms up with my best this-is-a-question-face. Now, when I ask Cohen where something is, he raises his eyebrows with very fake-is-this-how-I-do-it-Mom? kind of curiosity and puts his little palms up, bending his elbows to his sides.
And yes, I do ask my 16 month old where things are a lot, not because I lose things, but because he hides them. And he hides them well enough that I really cannot find them most of the time. His favorite thing to hide is my phone. Thank God he’s over putting things in the trash can and the toilet (that was a hard phase!) And thank God I am remembering to put my phone up any place higher than our counter height table, which is now the standard for places he can climb/shimmy/scale up on.
He hid my phone last weekend. Twice. Friday night after he went to bed I scoured the house looking for it and never found it. In the morning after breakfast, I said as sternly as I could, “Co Reid, Mommy needs her phone. Go find it!” He trotted into his room and came out with my phone held high in the air like a champion prize fighter! He hid it Saturday night too. That time it was hidden for two days even though I knew it had to be in his room. That time I had to threaten him with a nap to get him to retrieve it, which he did the minute I left the room. I still don’t know his hiding place.
But I can tell you this: its embaressing as heck to tell business people you missed their call because your toddler wouldn’t tell you where he was holding your phone hostage.
So the other day, Josh (who is 4 going on 24) was having a play date at our house. I asked Cohen again where something was and he began walking around the living room, mimicking my upward palms and eyebrows, and he walked right over to Joshy and still in front of him with his best this-is-a-question-face. Josh, who was busy with a puzzle, glanced up for a moment just long enough to say in a very bored voice that should belong to someone 10 years his senior, “I don’t have any money, man”
Because, yes, normally when my 16 month old has his hands out, he is panhandling for dough.
I have quit asking myself where Josh gets this stuff.