Ryan has a tendency to repeat himself when he wants something.
Like, “I watchin’ Dinosaur Train? Mommy? Mommy, I watchin’ Dinosaur Train. MOMMY. MOMMY, I WATCHIN’ DINOSAUR TRAIN, MOMMY.”
Or, “I have some milk? Some milk, Mommy? I HAVE SOME MILK, MOMMY. MOMMY! MOMMY! I HAVE SOME MILK, OK?”
Sometimes it makes me laugh. Other times, it makes me sigh loudly.
I have Christmas to thank for his latest obsessive request: “I open presents? Mommy, I open presents! I OPEN PRESENTS, MOMMY, PRESENTS, I OPEN PRESENTS!”
SIGH. Christmas is over, dude. I know, it sucks. Here’s your milk. Go watch Dinosaur Train.