Living with an almost three-year-old who, in the course of a year, went from hardly saying a thing to spewing word vomit all the live long day is hilarious. Today, he saw a large orange cone outside of Costco and asked me what it was. When I replied that it was a cone he said, "A really huge ice cream cone?"
I said, "No. Just a cone."
"Kinda looks like a really huge ice cream cone."
Um. Okay then.
During his toast at my wedding, my dad joked that I'd been born missing an important component...my off switch. Apparently this is a hereditary defect. Garrett has certainly inherited the deficiency.
He also inherited quite an imagination.
G: There is a big spider on mine elwint (elephant).
Me: (used to this nonsense) What color is it?
Me: Alright, I'm not too concerned.
T: Give it to me. I'll eat it.
G: (pretends to hand Troy something. Troy then pretends to eat the pink spider.) You ate the big pink spider?
T: Yep. He's in my tummy.
G: Oh no! Now there's a big green one. Get off mine elwint. Get in my tummy.
Never a dull moment.