Noam has been a pain in the butt these past couple of weeks. We’ve all been home together for winter break and it was just, well, I guess just how normal three year old’s behave. “Like PMS” said Tess. And that, if you’ve ever known a three year old, is just a brilliant description.
But between trying to destroy our house, screaming and arguing with us, using the word “NO!” in every sentence and narrowly escaping injury while attempting a balancing act on the furniture, he also makes us laugh. It’s a good way to get some breathers. They are truly needed.
Aviagil: “Do you know what I want to be?”
Me: “What, when you grow up?”
Avigail: “Yes. I’m going to be a farmer. I’m going to grow flowers and cucumbers and carrots and…”
Noam: “And I’m going to be a garbage man with a garbage truck!”
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Lior: “Noam, I think you are going to be a Professor” (Noam apparently did something clever)
Noam (screaming): “NO! I am NOT going to be a Professor! I am going to be a garbage man with a garbage truck!”
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Lior: “Noam, what did you do? You spilled my coffee all over the place!” (Lior put his freshly made coffee on a low chair in the living room and went to pick up the phone)
Noam: “Well, that’s not a good place for coffee. And this is just the way my body is!” (because we keep telling him to please control his body.)
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Noam (after being in bed for a few minutes): “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
Lior: “What’s up, it’s time for you to go to sleep”
Noam: “I have something in my ear”
Lior: “What’s in your ear?”
Noam: “I think I have a fly in my ear”
Now, what do you say to that?
