Last one
Last one… no, this is not my last blog entry. This is something my folks say to me when it is time to move on.
When I watch or do something I like, I can keep going and going and going. It is practically impossible to tear me away from it!
Rather than fight with me over the thing I am doing, mama has found a way to negotiate with me. She will say, “Last one!” and I will say “Last one.” Papa also uses this with me.
So once I have eaten that last piece of yumminess or listened to that last piece of music or splished that last splash of water in the tub, I go peacefully.
We have been doing this for a few months now and I do not mind. See? If you treat me like a human being, I will reciprocate.
Now… can I have more cookies, please? Last one!
Toddler Isaac
