There are times with all my children when what they say can be so cute or hilarious just because they're trying for a big word and end up a bit off the mark.
And then there's our youngest boy, Mini-man. The one who just drifts along, happily engrossed in his own inner monologues and enjoying life his way. He's not a follower because he's often not even on the same track as everyone else!
At dinner last night a lively debate was raging over what would be each person's most favourite time in history. And you could only pick *one* although G-man stuck it out trying to have four different times -Romans, knights, pirates, and one that escapes me entirely - included as his one favourite. Disallowed by the male judge at the table.
Our littlest boy, happily munching dinner and enjoying the rapport among his older brothers and Daddy in particular waits for a lull in the action and chirps in, "I have a favourite, too." All eyes turn to the four-year-old boy and he's thrilled at the attention. "My favourite is....MEATBALLS!" And he laughs hysterically.
Then shopping today, just prior to the monster hour, he's on the verge of pitching a fuss as he starts out asking me, "Please Mum, buy me some butts?" And when I completely have no idea what is being asked of me, he's getting more frustrated. "Butts! Please!!!! Mum!!!! Buy me some butts! I love butts!!" I'm completely bewildered what possible product at Save-On it is he desires and his older brothers are nearly collapsing with fits of hysterical laughter because their little brother is angrily screaming, "butts" over and over. This in turn makes their little sister shriek with giggles and everyone laughing is threatening to push Mini-man over the brink into tantrum territory. I start to laugh and ask him to please, please show me what it is he's asking me to consider putting in the cart.
I now speak four-year-old boy. "Please buy me butts" translates to big people speak for, "Please buy me chickpeas."
He weally, weally wikes butts you see.
And then there's our youngest boy, Mini-man. The one who just drifts along, happily engrossed in his own inner monologues and enjoying life his way. He's not a follower because he's often not even on the same track as everyone else!
At dinner last night a lively debate was raging over what would be each person's most favourite time in history. And you could only pick *one* although G-man stuck it out trying to have four different times -Romans, knights, pirates, and one that escapes me entirely - included as his one favourite. Disallowed by the male judge at the table.
Our littlest boy, happily munching dinner and enjoying the rapport among his older brothers and Daddy in particular waits for a lull in the action and chirps in, "I have a favourite, too." All eyes turn to the four-year-old boy and he's thrilled at the attention. "My favourite is....MEATBALLS!" And he laughs hysterically.
Then shopping today, just prior to the monster hour, he's on the verge of pitching a fuss as he starts out asking me, "Please Mum, buy me some butts?" And when I completely have no idea what is being asked of me, he's getting more frustrated. "Butts! Please!!!! Mum!!!! Buy me some butts! I love butts!!" I'm completely bewildered what possible product at Save-On it is he desires and his older brothers are nearly collapsing with fits of hysterical laughter because their little brother is angrily screaming, "butts" over and over. This in turn makes their little sister shriek with giggles and everyone laughing is threatening to push Mini-man over the brink into tantrum territory. I start to laugh and ask him to please, please show me what it is he's asking me to consider putting in the cart.
I now speak four-year-old boy. "Please buy me butts" translates to big people speak for, "Please buy me chickpeas."
He weally, weally wikes butts you see.
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