Back to work...

I've had a couple long weekends in a row. It's hard to get back into the same routine again. Jules is helping make it a more enjoyable transition:

Jules: lada-da-dada-da...i want ice-cream...i want cake...ta-dada-da-dada... (twirl around in circles. hit corner of counter). ow!!! pain! pain! amana! pain!
Me: Oooh! Ow. Come here. Oh! Watch where you're going!
Jules: (step on toy) OW!
Me: Careful there kid!
Jules: Kus?! Kiss?
Me: (lean over to kiss)
Jules: (sees another toy; turns and walks away)
Me: (kiss the air)
Jules: (comes back with truck that latches shut). Dicht! Close it! Close!
Me: It is closed...
Jules: Dicht...mm-la-di-bla-bla-dicht-bla-mm-bla.
Me: Heh?
Jules: Mm-la-di-bla-bla-dicht-bla-mm-bla.
Me: Wha?
Jules: (holds up truck) Mm-bla-dicht!
Me: Oh. You want it open. (open hatch; Jules giggles contentedly, runs away).
Jules: (from other room) Aaagh! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Me: Uh oh. What now? Be careful Jules! (wait two seconds...)
Jules: (giggle) la-oooo-bi-got it-ooo-eat you up-la-di-ba-ma-ma-ma-cake-icecream-la-oooh!

Five minutes later:
Jules: (comes into room, holding plastic dishes) ik eb een ijsje! i got an icecream! 'mana, eat!
Me: mmm, yummy (make eating noises).
Jules: Nee! it hot! it hot!
Me: Ooh, ow. Hot! Ah.
Jules: (laughs really loud) Yah! Lekker? (runs away before i can answer; loud crash follows) Oooh! Ow! 'mana! Pain! Ow! (cries) mmm-bla-mmm-mean!-mmm-ta-mmumm-ow! (comes for a kiss).

Five minutes later:
Jules: 'Mana, count!
Me: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Jules: Nee! 1, 4, 8! 1, 4, 8!
Me: ok...1, 4, 8...
Jules: Yay! (runs away, giggling...crash...) Ow! Stupid! (something hard drops to floor) Mean! Ow! (silence...followed by giggle) Bla-mm-ma-ma-ma-la-da-da-cake-icecream...!

It's a good thing he seems to heal very quickly...