Somedays I feel like Curt and I are so fortunate to have such a talkative little 2-year old boy for a son. There’s usually no question what he wants and no real difficulty in understanding what he’s trying to convey. Until, that is, our ears start burning from the non-stop questions and comments, completely off-pitch singing and talk-back phrases such as, “don’t tell me to go to sleep.” Oh, such is the daily drama of being parental units to a not-so-terrible two-yr old.
Here is a sampling of some of our recent encounters with Laird:
Laird and I at the fabric store
Woman squeaks her boot on the floor which makes an interesting sound as we walk by…
Laird: Mommy, she farted.
Me: Ignore him, he’ll forget about it.
Laird (a little louder): Mommy, she made a fart.
Me: Again, ignore and redirect. Wow, Laird, look at all the colorful ribbons!
Laird: She made a fart, Mommy (this time she heard him).
Me: Not at all prepared to deal with such a situation so early in his years, I now explain that it isn’t polite (generally) to point out when other people fart. Because, a lot of things sound like farts, but are not farts. Blah, blah, blah. A few weeks after this incident, he reminded me that “we don’t say when people fart.”
After getting home from work
Me: Laird, did you have a good day? How was Liz’s (babysitter) house?
Laird, smiling: Oh good, I didn’t hit Sophie (Liz’s daughter).
Me, clarifying: You didn’t hit Sophie?
Laird: Yeah, I didn’t hit Sophie!
At the dinner table
Me: Laird, you have beautiful eyes.
Laird: I know.
Talking about Baby L
Me: Mommy has a baby in her tummy.
Laird (looking down at his belly): I have a baby too!
Me: Oh, you do? What’s her name?
Laird: Baby Lilah.
Me: Oh, okay.
Later, I retell this story to Curt, who then informs me that Lilah is, in fact, the babysitter’s cat.
Getting ready to leave the house:
Me: C’mon, dude, we gotta go.
Laird: I’m not dude. I’m Laird.
Laird’s potty accident
Curt: Go potty, Laird, we’re going.
A couple minutes later…
Curt: Did you go potty, Laird? Where are your pants and undies?
Laird: They’re dirty, they’re in the washer.
Curt: They’re not dirty, they’re fine, let’s put them back on.
Laird: No, they’re dirty.
Curt goes to the washer and finds Laird’s little undies and pants soaked with pee. 🙂 Apparently, he didn’t make it and was cleaning up his own mess.