Hayden has a small, crying monkey toy. Squeeze the monkey’s belly and he cries (or makes a monkey shriek, but Hayden has always called it crying). We call the monkey Baby Marty.
Today Hayden and I found Baby Marty while exploring his (not-so-) quiet time options. I handed Haydie the toy and he was very happy to see Baby Marty again—and of course, first thing, he squeezed Baby Marty’s belly.
When Hayden first got Baby Marty, he would make the toy cry, then cuddle it, holding it up to his shoulder to comfort the tiny monkey.
Today, though, he seemed to have changed his nurturing technique. After a few rounds of monkey shrieking, I asked Hayden, “What’s Baby Marty doing?”
“Cwying.”
“And what do we do when he cries?”
The old answer was to demonstrate loving up the monkey. But today, Hayden’s answer was:
“I s’ake!” And he shook Baby Marty.
He will probably not be the one in charge of helping to calm the baby when she comes.
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That is hilarious! Wherever he managed to pick that up, I’m sure it’s not a reflection of your parenting:) What a funny kid.
Ah well, that sounds like toddler mentality to me. W.W. loves this baby doll my mother made me when I was a little girl. He carries it around and holds it up until he just changes his mind and runs her over with a truck. Sometimes it’s a little scary.