Laughter makes the world better

There are days I want to be a spider and have permission to eat my young.  Lately I have that thought a lot as we struggle with back talking, potty training, cleaning up of toys, eating when and what we are suppose to and just general everyday three year old issues.  Then there are the wonderful days my son loves up to me on the couch and falls asleep next me, hugs me just  because and makes me laugh until I cry.  Today is one of those days.

I'm sitting feeding my daughter.  Before I started this task I asked littleman if he wanted to feed  her.  Now I breastfeed so this would have meant preparing a bottle of formula as all my back stock is frozen.  He told me no, so I was feeding her the natural way.  Being he's so young I have never covered up and he completely understands the process.  He comes into the room and tells me he now wants to feed her.  I tell him no, maybe next time as she's already been eating for 10 minutes and is nearly done.  He repeats this request 2 more times adding the word, now, to the end (this is another battle of ours). I firmly tell him no each time.  He asks again and instead of telling him no this time I ask  him what is he going to feed her.  He seemed confused and honestly opened his mouth to reply then closed it.  I thought I had him.  He then asks again, "Can I feed her, please?"  I asked this time, "How are you going to feed her?"  He promptly smiles like he thinks he has won, lifts up his shirt and points to his little boy nipple.  I died.  I started laughing uncontrollably to the point of tears.  Littleman starts laughing too until he sees the tears and then he puts his hand on my arm and asks, "are you okay mommy?"  Of course I was and I gave him a hug and said yes, to which he then asks, "You happy mommy?"  Yes, yes son I a very happy.