When I woke up as my toddler

I am still sleepy. Where is my mummy? I want to do some kicking. I want to pee. Oh, what a relief. My diaper feels full. I want to kick my legs. I want my mommy to snuggle with me. I am a bit cold. I need my blankie now. OK. I won’t kick it again mom, I promise. I want my bunny too. Oh no. Don’t move mummy. I want no disturbances. I am relaxed after the nighty night. Yesterday’s park trip was so much fun. I met a girl named Sam. What a funny name for a girl. But thank you for being there with me. Those bean seeds you got in the box, looked really delicious but good you told me that’s not for eating. I and Sam had a lot of fun planting those in the park. I wish it grew into a big beanstalk and I would just go climb it up. Wait, Mom, this is not you. What are these pillows doing around me?

I am fully awake now. I will come down from the left side of the bed as it’s the one side I prefer. I feel bulky. I think it’s my diaper. I cannot put my slippers on by myself. But yes, you will do that for me. I have walked around 15 steps and now I have touched the doorknob. I am using all my strength to pull it down. There. The door is opening. I still can’t find you. Man! I am upset. Where is the mommy?

I can hear some sound coming from the kitchen. Most likely you are there. Yes. It is you, mommy. You noticed I am standing and staring at you with my dizzy eyes and you smiled at me. Mumma. I am so glad to see you. I want to hug you now come on. My mummy left all her work to cuddle me but my plans are different now. I want my princess dress, not these silly PJs.

Oh no. I want my pink dress. No. I want to look nice. I don’t want to brush my teeth. No way. Jose!  I don’t want to be quick. I want my mummy to hold me all day long. I want to brush only if I am allowed to put the toothpaste myself. I want to do the brushing myself. Mom. I am hungry but I don’t say it still.

I am done. I am looking great in my pink dress. The diaper is changed. But where is my play dough? I left it on the sofa last night but now it’s gone. I am really mad now. Maybe someone took it. My mom got me my favorite breakfast. Macaroni and cheese..yum yum But I do not want to waste any time feeding myself. I will rather play. Let mummy feed me again. Wow. The pasta is the world yummiest food ever.

Mommie thank you for buying me the lovely strawberries but I was just confused as you didn’t let me eat them. Why do we wash the fruits before eating? I washed my hands, isn’t that enough?

Where is the dad I wonder? Is he at work? It’s alright. I will play with him in the evening when mommy would be tired. I might just jump on his tummy or do a nice pillow fight again.

All well. I think I am tired and don’t know how to say it yet. But Mumma would know. She would tuck me in the bed again for a nap. I really want to buy the popcorn and that red lollipop in evening. Reminder to myself. And no more fighting in the park. I will share with my friends only if they share first. I am a good girl. My mummy will take me there and after a lot of running around, I will not come back home. I will throw tantrums today as its so much fun to see mummy pleasing me.later, I will meet dad. Oh, I am sleepy already. Please close the door mom and sing me a lullaby.


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  • Abigail

    2018-04-11 at 1:54 pm

    This is a lovely post. Most of the parts I can relate too :) It's funny how we memorize and read the minds of our […] Read MoreThis is a lovely post. Most of the parts I can relate too :) It's funny how we memorize and read the minds of our kids. Read Less

  • Rahul

    2018-04-19 at 5:27 pm

    Nice content


    2018-04-20 at 2:40 pm

    Cute! I read some time ago a book similar to your writings and themes...

  • […] Read how a toddler thinks …. […]

  • Nazia Afreen

    2018-05-01 at 5:11 am

    This is so cute! 😍

  • Nazia Afreen

    2018-05-01 at 5:15 am

    Subscribed to your blog! Amazing post this was.

  • Carly

    2018-06-22 at 12:44 pm

    This just reminds me of me and my daughter!! It’s scary how much it reminds me of us. My daughter is so smart and she […] Read MoreThis just reminds me of me and my daughter!! It’s scary how much it reminds me of us. My daughter is so smart and she try’s to play me but it’s crazy how the minds of our children work. Read Less

  • Aadhira

    2019-09-30 at 5:46 am

    Such a lovely post.. The random thoughts that span our anything and everything.. Very beautiful capture! 🙂

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Mother to a four year old girl. I am a creative being since my childhood. I create and my little one destroys. The love story continues.

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