With Patrick's birthday approaching, I have started to tell him his birth story; where we were, how it happened, what it felt like, etc. As it goes with most 2-3 year-olds, what you say and what they hear may favor each other, but are often quite different. As we sit here on Day 2 of Snowtastrophe 2011, I am listening to Patrick tell us his version of his birth story. It goes something like this:
"You got married because you were so sad I wasn't a baby. A---a----a-and you didn't have me yet. So then, I got growed in your belly. I growed and I growed and then I was so big. Then you woke up. And you woke up because you said to Daddy, 'Baby Patrick is so big a-aa-and he needs to come out.' Then I was here, and I was a baby a--aaa--and you were so HAPPY because I am so good. But now I am almost three and you are sometimes mad at me when I pee my pants."
Yep, good job, buddy. You summed that up nicely.
(Here's the real story, if anyone wants to read it.)
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