When Adam was three or four, he used the word 'boring' to describe anything he didn't like.
Me: Adam, do you want more Brussels sprouts?
Adam: Brussels sprouts are boring.
Me: Adam, do you like pink or orange better?
Adam: Pink is boring.
Me: Why did you bite Laura?
Adam: Laura is boring
Me: Time for church!
Adam: Church is boring. (OK, he was bound to use it right eventually)
We tried to explain the right way to use the word, but, true to form, he stubbornly continued to say that "jeans are boring".
So tonight, I went to check on my big, mature eight year old who was moaning in his sleep with a sore throat and stuffy nose. I asked "Adam, are you OK? Are you hurting?" When he sleepily answered "no, I'm bored" I just had to smile. I love my little boy.
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So Cute!
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