Driving down the road the other day, Connor was pitching a fit because he wanted a pair of sunglasses.
That, of course, were behind my seat on the floor. Out of reach.
Repeatedly, over and over, he asked for them.
I kept telling him that I couldn't reach them, and that I was driving.
Finally, clearly frustrated, I raised my voice a little higher and enunciated each word. Ya know, to get the point across........
That. I. Could. Not. Get. Them. While. I. Was. Driving.
So, Connor responds by saying "Mommy, you need to eelax"..........*sigh*
Yes, he told me to "eelax".
Or in other words Relax.
And then let out a big sigh, as if to say I was frustrating him.
Two is a little too big.