I Mean, Whatever.

Today when I was at my nannying job, the 3-year-old and I were playing with Woody from Toy Story.

Me: T, where's Woody's hat?
T: I'm sucking on it.
Me: I can see that.
T: It's whatever.


Can I remind you that he just turned 3 two weeks ago? I think this 3-year-old is my kind of cool. He's really chill except when I'm paying attention to his 6-month-old baby brother. Then he starts climbing me and screeching.

Me: T, are you climbing me?
T: No! (as he's climbing)
Me: Be careful, my shorts are slippery.
T: (screech)
Me: Am I a mountain? A snowy, slippery mountain?
T: (screech)
Me: Be careful!
T: It's whatever!


And one more favorite from the day. I'd just gotten his brother down for a nap, and I went back into T's room to check on him. He was standing in a corner, looking at me.

Me: Whatcha doin?
T: Can you go away?
Me: Nope.
T: I'm pooping.
Me: I'll be in the hall. Tell me when you're done.
T: It's whatever.