"Mommy fell table"
This is the toddler talk in my house and if you don't know me it probably sounds a liiiittle scandalous.
No. In case you were wondering, I haven't picked up any new hobbies.
I'm still happily standing (and dancing) on floors :)
This is the table she's referring to. And this is what happened.
It's all very complicated.
(It's actually not)
I was walking backwards helping the tiny human with something and tripped over this table.
In the waiting area at our gate coming home from Montreal.
It wasn't pretty.
And it hurt.
And there were a lot of people watching us because I was the only person with a toddler waiting for the plane.
Little S kept asking me "Mommy hurt?" after it happened which was very sweet, but instead of saying a simple "Yes" I said the line I would be hearing for the next month or so: "It's okay, mommy just fell on the table."
Totally did NOT expect this to be her opening line when we meet new people.
Oh toddler mamahood...all of the explaining...all of the time.
Moral of the story: it's time for me to think about what I say and how the toddler translation might sound.
Labels: littles, mom-life, tiny humans, toddler