Spicy Boy

This little guy . . . He is just so spicy! He is sitting here telling me how to kill a bear: with a tomahop and Sketch*rs. He asks a lot of questions, a lot of them. Sometimes I have to tell him just to chill a bit so I can think of my answers because he's already asking a new question and I haven't answered the last one. I have discovered that sometimes when he does ask a question he's not always looking for the right answer. We were at the zoo the other day and the train was broken. Well, he wanted to know how the train "got broke." I told him I wasn't sure, maybe the engine was tired - some logical answer. He said, "maybe the bats did it!" It occurred to me that he wants me to make up a story about why the train was broken. So, I told him that maybe the monkeys did it! I went into this mildly elaborate story about how the monkeys broke out of their cage at night and took some parts out of the train. He giggled and skipped away. Yesterday he told this story about how Carlie's eyes ponked out of her head at GaGa's house. I asked him how they got back in and he said that he pushed them back in her head 'like this' then put a band-aid on it to keep them from ponking out again. Carlie was crying in the van yesterday and he said, "Aw Carlie are you OK? Did your eye ponk out again?"
By the way, we are done with our swimming suit obsession. It is now Spiderman - t-shirts, underwear, socks, pajamas, tennis shoes. Some of you may be thinking "who's in charge here?" We are definitely in charge, I just let him make some of the decisions in a controlled environment :)!