Am I the only person that finds playing with toddlers to be mind-numbingly boring?
I feel horrible saying this, but the repetition is killing me. Of course, I sit there anyway and smile and nod and encourage him to turn that puzzle piece one more time, no the other way, no the OTHER way, no seriously, oh forget it. But there are moments when I want to jab my ears with a pencil.
I do love the playdoh, and the coloring, and I certainly love the cute things he says, like pressing two trucks together and calling them a truck sandwich, or telling Josh he loves him and he is his best friend. Still, though, I sit and play and itch to turn on the television or start lunch. I keep reminding myself that not so far from now he'll be a teenager who won't even want to look my way, much less spend his mornings playing with me on the floor. That should buy me ten more minutes of patience, at least.