"Iz dat a Muff-dang?" These words floated up the van from the far back seat where my two year-old was avidly looking out the window. My mind slowly translated from toddler to English. "What was that, honey?" I play for time while my mind searches it's database for possible matches. What comes up makes me stifle a laugh. I whip my head around to see what he was looking at. A yellow sports car that does, indeed, look like a Mustang.
You see, he copies everything his older brothers do. His very oldest brother is currently obsessed with sports cars. As we drive, he keeps up a running commentary on every car we pass of interest to him. This habit has spread to even the littlest boy. They all do it now. Brother #2 is an avid Hot Wheels fan, so I was only mildly surprised at what I heard this morning. He was turning a little car over in his hands, examining it from every angle. "I yike dat Fwah-wee" Yes, honey, but what kind of Ferarri is it? When you can tell me, then we'll talk.
He shocked my dear husband the other day, when he was studying for a lesson in bed. This little angel walked up and said, "Dat's Missy and Mee-um's bed, not Daddy's bed." Now, he's never referred to me as anything but Mommy before. To emphasize his point, he pointed to the pillow. "Dat's Missy and Mee-um's bwoo piddow." Well, possession is 9/10 of the law, and we do spend WAY more time in that bed than Daddy, but still....it was a little freaky!
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3 years ago
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You know what's scarry-I understood what he said. I can't believe he is talking, it really doesn't seem like that long ago he was just a little baby. Wow does time fly.
First he's calling you Missy... next he'll be shaving and swindling deals on Wall Street.
The above comment was from me. I was just signed in as my sister, in the event that I need to look at her friends' blogs. :)
That is sooooooo adorable! I hope to see ya tonight at the broadcast!
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