You’re 29 months old today.
In our family, five-twelfths-birthdays are a time of reflection, even more than half birthdays or the lunar new year. Thus, we decided this month to simply jot down everything fascinating and bizarre you say. Sadly, you say incredible stuff about thirty times a day, so we were desperately understaffed for the task. Suffice it to call these few quotes your highlight reel. (Or, in some cases, your bloopers…)
It’s a parenting truism is that the astounding things that kids say get flattened in the retelling, so we’ll report these with little exposition and rely on your imagination to fill in the flavor of your monologues, conversations and general observations on various subjects.
“Bird seed is the best medicine.”
I’m not sure if it clarifies anything that “bird seed” is your term for cashews or peanuts.
June 20th, on a fake cell phone:
“Papa? Papa? Where are you? Here, I’ll put you on speakerphone.”
On matters veterinary (and exculpatory):
June 7th, after chasing our cat out of your room and receiving a mild rebuke:
“I kicked Carson to make her feel better. Maybe she likes to be kicked!”
On your role in the universe:
June 20th, speaking to the refrigerator door after having just pulled out a yogurt:
“I’m going to hold you to keep you stable.”
Yes, I did say “to the refrigerator door.”
June 21st, after playing in the backyard with the neighbor kids:
“Mommy, I ate some rosemary in the backyard. It’s totally edible!”
On San Francisco:
June 21st, some little time later, out of the blue:
“I love our neighborhood!”
“You can kiss me if you wipe it off.”
June 23rd, while “helping” fold clean clothes:
“I’m a pile of underwear!”
June 10th, after hitting mom and getting a stern talking-to, in a bewildered voice:
“But we can hit butt cracks!”
June 23rd, finding a leaf on the kitchen floor and showing it to dad:
“Can I suck on this?”
June 22nd, getting ready to go:
Mom: “Do you remember what we’re doing this morning? We’re going to D & E’s baby shower.”
Boo: “Are we washing the baby’s hair?”
On neonatal care:
“Don’t touch my nose right now, because I’ve got a baby!”
June 26th, swinging at the playground:
“I smell the wind.”
July 1st, using the pretend cell phone attached to the kitchen from Grandma Ocean:
“Hey, papa! Thanks for taking pictures! Do you got a kitchen? I don’t remember. Do you got a kitchen?”
On dumb jokes:
You learned a dumb joke from an Elmo doll (“Why shouldn’t a pizza tell jokes? Because they’re really cheesy!”). One morning, mom was making cheesy eggs, so dad gave you the prompt — “Why shouldn’t a pizza…” — and you impishly answered,
“Because they’re really eggy!”
On fashion (or a legal career):
June 25th, getting dressed in the morning:
Boo: “I want to wear my flower pants.”
Dad: “Oh, they’re a little bit dirty, though.”
Boo: “Oh, but they’re a little bit clean, though.”
June 25th, as you were falling asleep:
Boo: “I love you very, very much.”
Boo: “I love Darryl very much.
I really really love Darryl.
I love Darryl.
I love Darryl very very much.”
Darryl is one of the drivers on the bus line that takes you down to your favorite playground.
Oh, Boo, I hope you’ll believe that these are all real quotations, direct from your funny little brain. I suspect that we couldn’t invent anything nearly as interesting, anyway, and besides, making them up couldn’t possibly be half as fun as listening to you come up with them yourself. These days, every conversation we have with you means a trip through your oddball imagination.
It’s tons of fun: more so every day.
We love you very, very much,
Working Mom & Doodaddy