Last night my son decided that he did not want Winnie the Pooh. His soft cuddly friend he has been sleeping with since the day he was born.
In fact, when we were making sure the crib was set up just right, we would use Pooh as a stand in for my little cub in my belly.
Tonight he looked at me the firmest eyes and said “Mommy, I want wobot.” I pretended like I didn’t understand and handed him Pooh, like had done every night for two years. He looked at me with the same look I give people when they do something ridiculous and said with even more emphasis ” WO-BOT MOMMY!”
I gave in, handed him his Robot and retreated to my room to lick my wounds. My baby is becoming a super hero loving toddler. I guess I knew this day would come. At least I still have Thomas the Tank Engine. For now….
When did you know your baby was growing up?
Coincidentally fits: Daily Prompt: Catapult