The other day while in the waiting room of my doctor's office, Nolan was playing with blocks on the floor when a 9 month old baby came crawling up to him with his mother standing behind him. Nolan looked at the baby and then looked up at me with the sweetest face.
"Mommy, I going to kill the baby."
"WHAT?!?!"
"I going to kill the baby."
All of the blood drained out of my head as the baby's mom stared at me clearly hearing what my child just said. How in the world does my sweet boy know that word?! Surely he doesn't know that word! And even if he did learn this word from his big brother or somewhere else, there is no way that he would want to say this about a sweet baby!
All I could think to say was "What did you say??!!" over and over again, causing Nolan to repeat "I going to kill the baby" about 4 times, each time getting louder.
The entire waiting room is watching by now, horrified by this child and his obviously horrific mother.
The sweet baby's mother tries to make the situation better, bless her heart, and guesses "He wants to tickle the baby"??
Yes! Yes! That could be what he's saying...
Suddenly Nicholas looks up from the game he was engrossed in on my phone and swoops in to save the day.
"He said, he's gonna take care of the baby" Nolan confirmed that this was exactly what he had already said 5 times before!
We all breathed one giant sigh of relief--myself, the baby's mom, the entire waiting room!
Thank goodness my sweet boy is still my sweet boy! Nothing like a mortifying mom moment like this keep me humble in my parenting!
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