“Daddy don’t listen!” – There was a spider on our wall one morning, and it was causing Gav a lot of stress. I was nursing Drew so he went to wake B up and tried to tell him about it. Being two and a half and hard to understand, B didn’t get any of it. Gav came running out mad and told on him.
“Mustache!” Pretty much anytime Gavin drinks from a regular cup he giggles and says “Milk Mustache!” “Pop mustache!” “Water Mustache!”
Anytime Gav happens to see my belly button. He giggles, points to it, and says, “Baby get out??” I guess that’s how a two year old understands a c-section despite attempting to appropriately explain it.
I just finished pumping and said to G – jokingly, “You want some milk?”
He replied. “Chocolate milk. Not white milk. Not baby milk. Real boy milk.”
I am in for it with a house full of boys. I’ll preface this with the fact that we are talking about the potty a lot in hopes to make our third or fourth or fifth try the charm. Anyway…My water bottle was sitting on the floor and Gav leaned over it and said, “I go pee pee in your water, Mama…Taste it.” And unfortunately, Brandon died laughing immediately so now it will probably be a fun game we play…
How and WHERE do boys come up with that kind of stuff…