The two year-old is now a solid two and a half. Just now, he was sitting on the couch playing with his pretend flip phone and he frowned and said “for gods sake. My battery is empty.”
The other day at breakfast I asked him if he was going to eat any more of his oatmeal and he said “no, I think I’m just gonna move on with my life.”
Today we were walking along and he asked me “How many Octobers is it today?” I told him it was the 21st.
He tried a bite of his hot soup at dinner and made a face and said “Mama, my soup is a little too temperature for me.”
Upon being served 1% milk for the first time, instead of his regular 2%: “is this water?”
Me: “no, it’s milk”
Kid: “but are you sure?”
Came up to me the other day, the middle of his pants totally soaked, and said “mama, I’m having a situation called ‘I peed in my pants.’”
I don’t think I even told you guys about the six months he spent saying “fuck” instead of “truck.”
