Because You Can't Make This Stuff Up...

Some light humor for your weekend:

Here’s some money, mommy! (Holding a credit card)

Baby T doesn’t normally cry very much if he gets hurt. So if he does wail, I get a little worried. The other day, I was in the kitchen and I heard a crash and Baby T started sobbing.
“Are you ok?” I yelled out.
“No! I not ho-kay!” Baby T yelled back. “I got hurt!”
I said, “Where did you get hurt?” as I rushed to him.
“On my flashlight!” he cried.
He then pointed to the exact spot on the flashlight where it was hurt and I kissed it to make it better.

We were playing with Uno cards, and I was showing Baby T different numbers.
Me: “This one is a two.”
Baby T: “It’s a cat!”
Me: “No, it’s a two. Ta-ta-ta-two.”
Baby T: “Ta-ta-ta-CAT!”

Talking to my sister, Andrea –
Andrea: “Is Little M my baby?”
Baby T: “No, Little M is MY baby. He ALWAYS my baby.”

While driving the other day, Baby T decided he didn’t like any songs on his CD. After every song came on, he would say, “I don’t like this song!” Finally, I found one that he listened to without comment. Then Little M started crying. Baby T said, “Mommy, Mason crying because he don’t like this song!”

How many times have you heard this out of a toddler’s mouth:
Me: Do you want to sleep in your big boy bed today?
Baby T: No.
Me: Why not?
Baby T: Because Jerry Garcia sleeping in my big boy bed.
Sure enough…

On a related note, we hung out at the beach last week with my sister's friends. One of the friends was a guy with long(ish) hair. At one point, Baby T looked over at him and said, "Mommy, what Bob Marley doing?" He proceeded to call him Bob Marley for the rest of the week.

Some Baby T-isms:
Tyrannosaurus Rex = Dinosaurus Rex
Piano = Compiano
PJ’s = TJ’s (There is a boy named TJ in his class and he somehow thinks I’m talking about him)
Remote Control = Camote