Dylan's newest and most overused phrase is "Don't worry!" If I hear a crash, soon after I generally hear "Don't worry!" Lauryn screams, and soon after it's "Don't worry mom!" Dylan decided yesterday to shove the wrapping paper from Jonathan's birthday gifts into the toilet, but according to him, I shouldn't worry about it. After I realized I had heard the toilet flush about three times in a row, I walked into the bathroom and was greeted with the all too familiar refrain.
Today he found a new way to bring me comfort using his catchphrase. I was in the living room, and he calmly walked in and put his hand reassuringly on my arm. "Mom, I spilled my milk. It's on the table and floor and Lauryn is playing in it. But don't worry! You can just get me some juice."
Matthew 6:34 may need to be his next memory verse...it shouldn't be too hard from him to embrace, and he can continue to remind his mother.
Reminds me of my little cousin. We used to raise dairy goats and kept the milk in big gallon jars. She was about four years old and asked for a glass of milk just as we were leaving for church. The jar slipped from my mom's hands and shattered all over the floor...milk everywhere! My cousin stood in the middle of the milk lake with an emtpy glass and said, "It's OK, Aunt Dorothy. I'll just have water."