Alright, here's the thing, friends,
I have to vent for two seconds before I go on with trying to catch up on this blog.
My four year old...almost 5....(wow. hu. really close to five. sad face.) talks non-stop. No. But for reals. NON-STOP. And he doesn't really care most of the time if anyone is listening. Like, as in, I tune him out a fair percentage of time, which kind of makes me a bad mom, unless you were around it 24/7 then you would understand. The thing is when I do listen to him, he's hilarious. But, really, it starts to give me a headache after an hour or two of listening.
Anywho, here are some gems just from today--
(Oh, and let me add in that for some reason he uses a drawl with a lot of his words. I'm not sure how or why, but he does, and it makes his stuff that make funnier. Words like hair and well become two syllables Ha-yir and We-yellll and real drawn out)
"Moosestache. Moosestache. You get a moosestache by eating mooses....You get a cowstache by eating cows. You get a pigstache by eating pigs...."
"Mom, here's my other lego. Why didn't you give it to me?"
"I didn't see it, Fox."
"Yeah, but it was here all along!"
"Ugh, I'm going to sell you to the circus." (great parenting, I know.)
"Then drive me there, Mom."
"....."
"And I'll go and sleep in the lion's ha-yir, but I'll get out before he wakes up and tries to eat me. I would want to live at the circus...."
(Let me note here that very little of this was said snottily or punkish (except the "it was here all along"). The rest very matter of fact/nonchalant.)
After "exercising" for a bit he grabs his water bottle and breathing heavily says
"Mom, I have to drink this to get more en-ner-gee" he takes a swig, "Mom I can fe-yel it turning hot in my stomach. It's turning to blood! Blood gives you en-ner-gee."
If you think I write all of his sentences starting with "Mom," just to show who he's talking to or whatever, you're wrong. He literally starts 75% of his sentences with that word.
And as for "We-yell." I have started to use the phrase, "No. No We-yell. You can't We-yell your way out of this." He's going to be a lawyer or something, 'cause he has an argument for everything.
Its like this ALL DAY LONG. Okay, that's all the venting time I have. My little piranha, ten month old needs me. Teething. eck. (Or whatever it is because no teeth are actually showing up...)