Merrily, Merrily, Merrily

A likes to sing sometimes. I read somewhere once that one way to get your child to wash their hands for a long enough period of time is to have them sing "Row, Row, Row your boat" while they are washing up. I tried teaching A this, and this is now what he sings while washing his hands:
"Row, row, row your boat. Gently stream. Merry, merry, christmas everyone!"

Chocolate

Last summer, when my sister J was visiting from Arizona, we went to the Dairy Queen by our house. J asked A what kind of ice-cream he wanted. He said: "I don't like brown ice-cream." J said: "Really? But, brown ice-cream is chocolate ice-cream!" A stared at J and then said, incredulously: "Brown is chocolate?!!" Now, A will only eat "brown" ice-cream.

A funny side-note: A's pronunciation of chocolate is "chlocolate". That makes the story even cuter!

Frawble

M suddenly decided she wanted something. She grabbed my hand and led me into the dining room, saying "Frawble" the whole time.
"Frawble? You want frawble? What is it? Can you show it to me?"
She leads me to the game closet. I open it up and she points to the box of dominoes. "Frawble?"
"Ok, sweetie. You can play with the dominoes."
Later, my husband comes downstairs and M is still playing with the dominoes. She points at them and yells "Frawble!"
I say: "I'm not sure what she's saying, but she uses the same nonsense word over and over again when she's talking about dominoes."
"Frawble!", yells M.
"Oh", says my husband. "She's saying 'scrabble'".
Aha.

Time out

As we drove by the courthouse A says: "That's where they put grown-ups in time out."

Say "Ewww"

When A first learned how to pick his nose and eat the findings I made the mistake of making a big deal about it. I said "Eww! A, that's gross! Don't do that again!"
Now, A will pick his nose. Look at me. Stick his finger in his mouth. Smack his lips. Say "Mmmm, mmmm. Boogers!" Then he'll walk over to me and say "Mom. I just ate my boogers. Say 'Ewww!'".

Whoa!

My hubby is fixing some pipes in the upstairs bathroom, so he had to take the vanity and sink out and put it in the hallway. Its been like that for 2 weeks. Every time M sees it, she yells "Whoa!" and then laughs. I say the same thing every time I see it. Except instead of laughing, I cry.

Super powers

A's super powers are, according to him: "I can shoot ice cream out of my hands! It makes the bad guys all sticky & gooey. Yuck!"

Monsters

As I came into the play room tonight, A was hiding behind a pillow. He threw it aside and growled loudly. "I'm a scary monster!"
"Oh, no!" I said. "Don't eat me!"
"I don't eat Mommies." Said the A monster. "I only eat boogers! Yummy!"

Please and thank you

M has learned how to say "Thank you". It sounds more like "ankooo" but we know what she means. Now A wants her to thank him for everything. Steal a toy and then give it back, after being threatened with time-out? "Say thank you to me, M!" Knock her over and then say you're sorry? "Say thank you to me, M!"
M has also learned how to say "Please". Instead of grunting for everything she wants, she can now say "Please! Please! Please!" And I am completely helpless to say no.

Save me! 2 stories for one price.

After I told A his bedtime story tonight, he decided he wanted to tell me a bedtime story, too. This is basically how it went:
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh....Ummm...Once upon a time there was a boy named A! And he had super powers!" A waves his arms around at this point, demonstrating his super powers, I guess. "And somebody said 'Help me! I'm in trouble!' And A SAVED them! And brought them to ERIE! To his Grammy's house! The end."

In other saving news, we have a fire fighter book, wherein the fire fighters are rescuing a woman who yells "Help! Save my child!". Now, when A needs help doing anything (putting together legos, putting on his shoes, whatever...) he yells: "Help!........Save my child!"