Bizarro's world

Have you ever tried to win an argument with a 3-year-old

I think it's an impossible task. I feel like I'm living in Bizzaro's world.

No means yes. Don't means do. Stop means do it again.

My first theory was to play along, but Morgan is on to me. Or, more likely, doesn't know I exist today. He's in his own world. Listening to his own drummer.

The laptop makes a great dance platform. Talking as loud as possible while Mommy is on the phone is a fun game. Pulling out every Thomas the Tank Engine train you own, not to play, just to make a mess seems logical. Spilling a juice bag on the leather couch creates an interesting pattern.

Despite my frustration, his world is more pleasing. No cares, no worries, no rules. He sure does seem happy doin' his own thing.

I caught a glimpse of him this morning as he bit into a whole green apple for the first time. The juice was glistening on his lips in the sunlight and rolling down his chin and little fingers. His eyes were shining with glee at the experience of something so simple.

His smile became wider when I told him his older brother had never bitten into a whole apple before.

It was his own first. One thing his brother hadn't done before him. He reveled in it.

It's moments like these that I cherish.

The picture of him sitting there with juice running down his chin, a smile on his face and joy in his eyes will be forever in my heart. Right beside the first time he said, "I love you, Mom," unprompted and the time he cupped my face in his little hands, caressed my cheek and said, "You're beautiful, Mom."

Moments like these make my little Bizarro's world a pretty perfect place to be.