The little guy is like an Academy Award recipient. Lately, there is no end to his thank yous. Daddy brought him home a big, red firetruck a couple of weeks ago. Every day since, he's repeated several times a day, "Thank you for the firetruck, Daddy."
When we went for sushi last week, he waved at the lady behind the counter and said, "Thanks for your help with sushi." Afterwards, we went to the fruit market and he told the owner "Thanks for help with the apples."
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Hubby was using the coffee table as a foot rest today. Instead of asking him to move his legs out of the way, baby boy said, "Are those your socks?"
When Daddy acknowledged that yes they were in fact his socks, he said "Can you move your socks and pants?"
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I think I've mentioned before that baby boy requests different colours of milk. Whole milk is "red milk" because of its red carton. Purple milk is 1% etc... Over the holidays, he kept demanding "brown milk." You guessed it -- egg nog! He would have chugged it by the gallon if we had let him.
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The little guy is deathly afraid of icicles. "No, no icicles!!!" he yells when he sees them out the window. Frankly, I find them frightening too. They sometimes hang down like menacing fanged teeth. But besides that, they sound like thunder when the fall from the roof. Just the other day, during a warm spell, a huge ice chunk made a 3 foot hole in our fence! For obvious reasons, the yard is out of bounds as a play areas during the winter.
The other day I was telling baby boy about how careful we have to be around icicles. I asked him what he should do if he saw an icicle, hoping he would say, "don't go near it." Instead he said, "I stomp, stomp, stomp it," and dramatically stomped around the room pounding his foot on the floor. For someone who is afraid of them, he sure was acting like a tough guy.
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