AidanismsPosted: August 16, 2007
Ok, so my three year old, Aidan, is all about talking and conversations now.
Renee and I can’t have a conversation without him saying, “cuse me (he can’t say the ‘ex’), what are you talking about?”
I think it’s annoying. But then I think, well, he is saying excuse me, so we’ve done something right.
Here are a couple of recent conversations I had with him — of course centered on poop.
Now, I should say that poop is a big topic in our house because he’s (finally) using the potty for that. Of course, it’s the potty that was at my in-laws, so when he goes he says that he has to use Mimi’s potty. I don’t care whose potty it is, as long as he’s going. And he is.
So I sit down for dinner last night and Renee says to Aidan, “Tell Daddy what vegetable you tried today.”
“Mmm. I love peppers. Wasn’t it good?”
“No. I spit it out in the toilet and flushed it and its down in the septic tank now.”
“Might be stuck in a poop.”
Yes, we were cracking up hysterically.
This morning at the breakfast table it starts like this:
“Have to go poop, daddy.”
“Ok, bud, let’s go upstairs to the potty.”
As we walk upstairs he stops, turns to me and says:
“It might be a big mushy gushy one.”
“Ok, well you let me know.”
After he comes out, I say:
“So how’d things go?”
“Good,” he said. “It looked like a boot.”
What else? I got nothin’.