Driving
“When I get big and have my own big car, I can drive anywhere I want!”
“Oh yes, and where will you go?”
“I’ll drive to grandma and grandpa’s to say hi.”
Our Gigs
“When I grow up I want to be a mommy, just like you.”
“Well thank you, that’s a nice compliment. Do you know what a complement is?”
“No, it’s not a compliment, it’s a gig. We all have gigs. Daddy’s gig is waffles and bacon and pancakes. Your gig is smoothies. My gig is pooping and peeing.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. And my gig is eating.”
Cheese Ball Ration
We “popped in” at Grandma and Grandpa’s. They were having tacos and Joseph zeroed in on the plate of shredded cheese. To avoid a mess, Grandpa made him a few cheese balls of squished together shreds.
On the way home, we stopped to get the mail, Joseph says, “I can feel my cheese ball!”
“Your what? Take your hand out of your pocket.”
He withdraws his hand and opens his fingers to reveal a rationed cheese ball, which he had stashed in his pocket along with the presidential motorcade limo he got at the Air & Space and the two pennies (“2 gold ones!”) recently acquired from Grandma.
“Ewe, Joseph! Just eat it. Gross.”
Exit Door
“When Baby Balloon grows up and gets big, she’s going to need a door to get out of there… Right?”
“Yeah, there’ll be a door, sort of. Don’t worry, she’ll get out.”
Fetal Toys
“Can I give her a toy in there so she’s not bored?”
When I Grow Up
“When I grow up I want to be a mommy.”
Pringongs
Joseph was watching Noah put water into a hot frying pan, and the steam that billowed up, Joseph dubbed “pringongs.” If we say it wrong, he corrects us, and every time we put water into a hot pan, he calls it pringongs. He makes a distinction between this type of steam and steam just rising from boiling water.
Ponytail
I put my hair in a ponytail for the first time in probably a year. Joseph, who has recently started to recognize “girl stuff” like pink and princesses and baby dolls, and ponytails, gave me with a funny look. “Do you like my ponytail?” I shook it around. “That’s for going running,” is all he said.
(Ha ha, run? It’s definitely been more than a few years since I’ve done that, and if that’s what a ponytail means, forget that hairstyle!)
Ponytail
A Moment of Generosity
…but just a moment. We got out of the van, where Joseph had been eating grapes. “Can I throw one out for the birds?” “Sure.” He tosses one on the snow. He takes a step, then stops. “I don’t think birds like grapes…” He pauses and looks up at me. “Go ahead,” I say. He picks it up and pops it in his mouth; continues on. No sense in wasting a perfectly fine grape, I suppose.
A Little Bit Funny?
Joseph’s new phrase: “But, it’s a little bit funny…?”
As in: “Joseph, quit putting yogurt on your eyes, that is not funny that is gross!”
“But…it’s a little bit funny…?”
(Well, yes.)
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