I call this edition: Cute/strange things my 21-month-old son says.
“Dada work eat hippo.” Apparently, when I am at work, Alisdair also accuses me of eating hippos. He is very bothered by the fact that neither Ian nor I share this aspect of our day with him. At first I thought it was just that we got to see hippos at work, but no – it is that we get to eat them and he does not. He apparently cares nothing at all that we eat chicken, cows, and pigs – in American Sign Language there are no secrets about where your food comes from. Naturally, our eating habits MUST extend to exotic animals, and he has just been missing out on the fun.
“Piggy fight bad wolf!” It is not enough that the third pig outsmarts the big bad wolf. Instead, while the big bad wolf tries to blow the house down, the pig comes out and fights him. And wins.
“Puzzle back!” For his set of four mini-puzzles featuring animals. Clearly he is my kid. It is vitally important that after his group of farm animals play with each other, they must be placed back within the puzzle (by him) and then I must slide it back into the slot (in the proper color order, of course). And woe to the mother who forgets to secure the puzzles so they do not fall out when he decides to carry them somewhere.
“[Insert toy here] potty!” Every toy of his, regardless of size, has on at least one occasion “gone potty” using a chair from his little pirate ship set he got for Christmas. To be fair, the chair does kind of look like a potty. He will line up toys to use this potty while he goes, and it is my job to ensure they all sit long enough to do their business.
“Try, Mama! Try!” Said to me when I told him that “mama milk” was all gone. (Was gone for about two weeks, and now I’ve got colostrum – early milk – going. So apparently my “efforts” and his “coaching” were not a waste.)
“No – two!” Alisdair says this very nicely, but firmly, if I tell him he may only have one of something, or if we’re only doing something one more time. But if I say “just one” in response, he’ll nod and say, “yeah.” At least for now, he knows I’m the boss.
“Tape! Mama fix.” Said any time we reach a page in a book that I have repaired with packing tape. And it seems to be happening more and more….
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