Ari and I were playing on the kitchen floor. He faced me and said “Ahhhh!” I knew what that meant. He wanted to look inside of my mouth. (I don’t know why, but the kid likes teeth. Maybe it’s because he’s teething. Maybe it’s something else. Who knows? I don’t have time to over-think this one.) I was shocked when I said “Ahhhh!” and he tried to shove on of his Little People into my mouth.
“Little People don’t go in anyone’s mouth!” I said.
He looked serious after the correction. I didn’t want him to be too upset so I lightened the mood with a song. After the song was over, he stood up and said, “Ahhhh!” to me again. Figuring he heard what I said, I opened my mouth. This time, he tried to forcefully shove the Little People person into my mouth.
“Ouch!” I declared. “Little People are for playing. They don’t go in your mouth. They don’t go in my mouth. We play with them.”
I grabbed both of his Little People and demonstrated what to do with them by having them talk to each other on the kitchen floor.
When he said “Ahhhh!” a third time, I grabbed my phone, which was on the kitchen island, and positioned it. How else would my husband believe me when I recounted this story later in the day.
Sure enough, this is what Ari did:
“Ari,” I said. “No Little People in the mouth. Little People don’t go into anyone’s mouth.”
“No-no,” he said.
“Right. No mouth.”
Seeing as Ari still has a fascination with throwing things in the kitchen sink, he turned around, walked to the sink, and pitched the Little People figurine inside.
“Little People don’t belong in the sink either!”
“No-no,” he said.
So he walked across the kitchen to his play kitchen, grabbed his toy phone, and chucked that in the sink.
And with that, I was speechless. I rose from where I was sitting, snapped a picture of my the contents inside of my sink (which looks creepy considering there are two pieces of cutlery in it waiting to be washed), and chalked this all up to life with an 18-month-old.