Butterscotch, Butter Stick… what’s the difference?
Nathan has a stuffed-animal kitty named Butterscotch. Only he can’t say Butterscotch, so he calls him “Butter Stick.” Imagine my confusion the first time he said, “Butter Stick pweese?”
Sneaky little monkey
Nathan has a bad habit of reaching his greedy little hands up onto the kitchen counter, groping for whatever his little fingers can touch. Paul had been cutting limes (fortunately, we keep knives out-of-reach) and Nathan grabbed one of the lime slices and put it in his mouth. “Mmmmm sour,” he said as he sucked …
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Time Out!
“Nathan, does you dump truck belong on the kitchen counter?” I asked Nathan as he rolled his dump truck all along my freshly cleaned, pristine counter. I am now wary of him rolling his toys along surfaces where I put food after the pooping incident we had just the other day. “No?” he said as …
When Mommy is more than just a Mommy
So this morning, Nathan and I were playing with his firetruck. “Firetrucks are pretty cool, huh?” I said as I rolled the truck around. “Firetruck!” Nathan said as he pointed to his truck. When I started making the siren noises, though, he pointed to me and exclaimed, “FireMOMMY!”
When trees become edible miniatures
I cooked Nathan and myself some broccoli and cauliflower with our lunches the other day. When I handed Nathan’s plate to him, he picked up a piece of broccoli, looked at me, and said, “Tree?”