I promise it's not all poop and boogies over here
At playgroup yesterday, Isaac found his favorite baby doll and clung to her the whole time. At one point, Isaac helped Baby show off the many things she could do.
You know how, at the fourth of July, fireworks shows have relatively piddly little fireworks poofing off at a steady pace, one after the other, until the grand finale, when suddenly all firework-Hades breaks loose? That was like our dialog with this baby.
First came the simple stuff. "Mommy, the baby's giving you a kiss." And the baby gave me a kiss. "Now the baby wants to shake you hand. Shake the baby's hand, Mommy." And we did. "Now the baby's giving you a big hug." And Baby did.
Then Isaac was struck with an idea for his Baby Puppetry Grand Finale. Baby started rooting around her nose with her plastic little hand as Isaac narrates. "Mommy, Baby's picking her boogers. Now she wipe it on her shirt. No, baby, don't do that. Boogers go in the trash. Throw the booger in the trash! There, now Baby threw her booger in the trash. She no wanna eat it. That's yucky."
That's right. I have taught my son well in booger etiquette.
Today in the bathtub we played with a deep white cup, one whose actual household job is supposed to be that of a cleaning apparatus for Dada's retainer. Apparently this white cup did a great deed in a past life to be permanently upgraded to Bath Toy of Isaac, a role in which it has been well loved. White Cup has been scribbled on repeatedly with a purple bathtub crayon, so much so that the inside is crusted over with hard little purple mounds. For whatever reason, the purpleness caught Isaac's eye for the first time today.
"Mommy," he asked me, pointing at the ancient purple scribbles. "Is that Teletubby poop?"
You know how, at the fourth of July, fireworks shows have relatively piddly little fireworks poofing off at a steady pace, one after the other, until the grand finale, when suddenly all firework-Hades breaks loose? That was like our dialog with this baby.
First came the simple stuff. "Mommy, the baby's giving you a kiss." And the baby gave me a kiss. "Now the baby wants to shake you hand. Shake the baby's hand, Mommy." And we did. "Now the baby's giving you a big hug." And Baby did.
Then Isaac was struck with an idea for his Baby Puppetry Grand Finale. Baby started rooting around her nose with her plastic little hand as Isaac narrates. "Mommy, Baby's picking her boogers. Now she wipe it on her shirt. No, baby, don't do that. Boogers go in the trash. Throw the booger in the trash! There, now Baby threw her booger in the trash. She no wanna eat it. That's yucky."
That's right. I have taught my son well in booger etiquette.
Today in the bathtub we played with a deep white cup, one whose actual household job is supposed to be that of a cleaning apparatus for Dada's retainer. Apparently this white cup did a great deed in a past life to be permanently upgraded to Bath Toy of Isaac, a role in which it has been well loved. White Cup has been scribbled on repeatedly with a purple bathtub crayon, so much so that the inside is crusted over with hard little purple mounds. For whatever reason, the purpleness caught Isaac's eye for the first time today.
"Mommy," he asked me, pointing at the ancient purple scribbles. "Is that Teletubby poop?"
posted by Claire at 10:30 PM
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HAAAAAAAAA! He's got wit, that one!
And for the record my word verification today is: Fembo - is that a feminists' slur?
Susie, that Word Verification department saves all their good ones for you.
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