So two nights ago I told Alex that Daddy’s birthday was on Saturday. “Tomorrow?”, he asked. “No”, I said, “It’s on Saturday. You’re going to go to Barb’s three more times and then go to bed and when you wake up, it will be Daddy’s birthday”
Yesterday we got home and Alex said “I don’t want two more Barb’ses.”
Somehow, I don’t think that “Barb’ses” even a word!
Eric was totally confused, but I knew exactly what Alex meant, and so did he after I explained the conversation from the night before.