Alongside this burgeoning communication, comes the expression of his will. Saturday morning he announced that he wanted grapes for breakfast. After the grapes we made eggs and pancakes, so Sunday morning he got up requesting a repeat performance. I'm less impressed with the new backseat music critic, however. "Off Mommy!" "Mommy where is k-k-k?" (His alphabet CD from the library, which has played no small role in keeping him entertained on the way to and from school and in him learning the alphabet.)
Toddler times bring hitting, biting, kicking, etc. and he's nowhere near able to tell what hurts and what's fun. We handle unwelcome physical attacks with a firm, eye-level "no, we don't hurt our friends/mommy/etc." and then a forced apology with cuddles. This morning he accidentally bumped the bathroom door into my head, and when I exclaimed "Ouch!" he grinned broadly and said "Sorry Mommy."

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