My little peach has been on a tear lately. Thankfully, some of the craziness that comes out of his mouth is funny because some of it? Not so funny. He is so darn defiant lately. And, being that he is now 3 and fiercely independent it will come as no shock to hear that the phrase he now says most frequently is, “I can do it all by myself.” But, actually, it usually goes more like this, “Noooooo. I can do dit all by myzelllllffff!!”
Here are some other great things my little man has said recently.
Drink Away the Blues
We were packing and preparing to leave my mom’s house after spending a week with her for the holidays. My mom cuddled with Preschool Boy and talked about how she was going to miss him.
My mom: I’m really going to be sad when you leave and I’m going to miss you. My house is going to be really quiet tomorrow, and I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Preschool Boy: Have a drink.
My mom: What?
Preschool Boy: When yer sad tomorrow has a drink of juiz or somezing.
It didn’t end there. The next morning Preschool Boy mentioned that his “Sasa” was going to drink some juice to feel better. And then a day or two later on the telephone he asked my mom if she had a drink to feel better.
Um, where in the word did he learn that the way to drown sorrows is to HAVE A DRINK? I assure you he did not learn that from me. And frankly, if he did, I’d be drowning in something a little stiffer than juice. Just sayin’. Caffeine at a minimum.
As if the little subject line just up there wasn’t obvious enough, consider yourself warned there’s some bathroom talk coming up.
When Preschool Boy first started going on the potty he was obsessed with staring in the toilet when he was finished to, um, check out all he’d accomplished. The following conversation occurred after going poop on the potty.
Preschool Boy: Look, I made a family!
Preschool Boy: Zer’s two in der.
Preschool Boy: A big one and a wittle won. A mama and a baby. I made a family!
I’m so proud.
And, his interest with bodily functions continues. Last night, we were hanging out and playing. He passed some gas. I don’t remember my exact words, but I asked him what the sound was.
Me: What was that?
Preschool Boy: I farted. **lots of giggles**
Me: Say, “Excuse me.” And, holy cow, that stinks!
Preschool Boy: **more giggles** I like farts. Fart is my favorite.
Me: Oh, dear.
Have you missed a He Said What? post? Click to check out all the crazy things my kid says. (I promise he talks about more than bodily functions.)