The Age of Enlightenment
The Boy is becoming quite the conversationalist. A couple weeks ago, his side of the discourse was largely limited to repetitive monosyllabic exclamations. They were either inquisitive (Why? Why? Why?) or argumentative (No! No! No!)
That was back in the day. Lately, he's been asserting his expertise on a number of topics. For example, he had this to say about hygiene after playing in the dirt: "I don't have to wash my hands. My hands are clean because I washed them before." And he takes a firm stance on nutrition: "I don't like tomatoes, because tomatoes are yuck."
And yesterday, he demonstrated his deep understanding of molecular biology in an exchange we had while walking to a friend's house:
Me: Are you tired, little man?
Him: No. I have lots of energy.
Me: You sound a little out of breath.
Him: That's just my energy coming out. It's coming out very fast.
If I remember my high school biology, the kid is more or less correct.
posted by judybat at 11:49 PM
3 Comments:
Also, in case you forgot, boxer breifs are yucky, too.
Pretty much anything he doesn't want to do, eat or see is yucky. It's one of his few annoying habits.
Hmmm.. I doubt it's a phase. If it is, I never grew out of it. Then again, that's not saying very much.
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