Someone has been Listening

This morning, my two year old climbed up onto the couch and plunked himself next to me. While I groggily watched the Today Show, he sighed loudly.

“Mommy.”

“Yes, baby.”

“My eews.” (translation: ears)

“What about your ears, hon?”

“My eews. They got watew. (translation: water) …Inside.”

He pointed at his ears dramatically, acting as his own little neon sign blinking “ME! ME! ME!”

“You have water in your ears?”

“Yes Mommy. Need to go lady doctew.”

He has been fascinated by the fact yesterday’s ENT was a woman. Clearly, I’m doing a fabulous job raising a feminist son if a woman doctor seems to be such a novelty.

I leaned in to him and gave him a snuggle. “You need to go to the doctor because you have water in your ears too?”

“Mommy,” he said very seriously, “Not watew. Nope.”

He thought carefully for a moment.

“I got juice. I got apple juice in eews. Yeah. Yummy juice. ” And then he sighed deeply, looked up at me with big blue eyes and snuggled into my side.

“Ok, baby. We’ll fix you up. Don’t worry.”

Someone has been listening very carefully to all that is going on. Nothing gets by these kids of mine. And I shouldn’t forget that. So, on that note, let me go get my 2 year old a glass of apple juice. I have a feeling he’d like one right about now.