>Here is The Boy’s new shirt that I got at Target today. I have been looking for one of these in his size. It’s totally appropriate, don’t you think?
He is sitting on my lap right now, and here is our conversation:
Me: I think you look silly wearing daddy’s hat.
Him: No! No see-yee, Mama. Me mad. Noht (not) fay (not fair).
Me: You’re mad? Why are you mad? What’s not fair?
Him: Me pay (play) ow hide (outside). No fay.
Me: Oh. You’re mad that you don’t get to play outside, and it’s not fair?
And…that was it. Keep in mind, people, that this is my stimulation throughout the day. Conversations with a two-and-a-half year old. Here’s one between The Boy and The Hubster the other night while going to bed:
Boy: Me you voom-voom, dah-ee (daddy).
Hub: You wanna’ go in my jeep?
Boy: Yeah. Me die (drive) you voom-voom.
Hub: You wanna’ drive my jeep?
Hub: Do you know how to drive?
Hub: Oh. Do you have your driver’s license?
Hub: Do you have your own car?
Hub: Are you a compulsive liar?
So. Freakin’. Funny. I now ask The Boy this question all the time. And he always answers “Yeah.” He also apparently can now climb up into The Hubster’s Jeep, get the keys from the center console, find the ignition key, and stick the key into the ingnition. Nice.
Okay, so there are my boy adventures for the day.