Almost a year ago, I posted about Jack's version of "Skip to My Lou," in which he sang "Skip to my Lou my garbage." A year later, and he still sings anything and everything but "darlin'." Today was my absolute favorite, though. "Skip to my Lou my garlic." A maniacal laugh follows. Of course, it made it even funnier that he was sitting on the toilet while singing it.
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The following conversations happen every day in our house:Us: Jack, do you know what we get to do today?
Jack: Yes!
Us: What?
Jack: I don't know, what?
Us: Jack, do you know what we are having for dinner tonight?
Jack: Yes!
Us: What?
Jack: I don't know, what?
Us: Jack, do you know what that is?
Jack: Yes!
Us: What?
Jack: I don't know, what?
And so on. You would think that we would learn to ask the questions differently, but we don't.
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Jack is very much into pretending to be something for the day--a race car, cement mixer, puppy, chicken, etc. So when we talk to him, we have to refer to him as "Little race car" or just call him "Puppy." Pretty normal for a little kid, right?
Except Jack takes it a step farther and decides that if he is race car, then we must be a family of race cars. So, I am "Daddy Race Car," Amelie is "Baby Race Car," etc. And everything revolves around being that item--his socks are racing wheels, he eats his gas, and...well, let's just say whenever he is some sort of automobile, you don't want to know about the "steam" coming out of his "steamer." (He calls exhaust pipes "steamers," if that clues you in any.)
So far my favorite two days were when we were salt trucks one day, and then the next he woke up and decided we were a family of Pygmy Marmosets. Nothing like the last words you hear from your child for the day being, "Good night Daddy Salt Truck!"
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For the past week or so, Jack thinks the funniest thing in the world is to say, "Just us chickens here!" It's his version of the saying "There's nobody here but us chickens." He will say it, and then crack up laughing.
Oh, to be three.
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Hannah has made up her very first joke. It goes like this: would you ever eat poops and ice cream? And then she cracks up laughing at herself. "Oh to be three" is right... ;)
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