Heard last night when Papa took him for a last-minute run to the potty before bedtime:
Boy: Cose you eyes, Papa!
My man: Okay, they are closed.
Boy: CUH-PIZE! (the adorable way he says "surprise", and no, I cannot bear to correct it at this point due to it's extreme level of cuteness)
Oh yes. Poo in the toilet was Papa's fun surprise. Gotta love it.
This next one's a doozie. A classic, if you will. This weekend we were at a wedding, and a friend of ours is due next month with her first baby. The following conversation ensued:
Boy: That a baby in you belly?
Friend: Yes, it is.
Boy: How that baby get in you belly?
Friend: That's where the baby grows. (Thank you, kind Friend, for leaving it at that.)
Wide-eyed Boy looking in surprise at Friend: You eat that baby?
Oh yes. I can't wait to share that one at his rehearsal dinner in about 30 years.
How 'bout this one: in the bathtub, asking if he can drink the water?
Me: No. Absolutely not. That's nasty.
Boy: Pease, my dear?
And what is it about boys? His latest obsession seems to be hunting for shapes. Some kids like to lie on their backs in the grass, peacefully watching the clouds drift by, pointing out that one that looks like a rabbit. Or that one that could be a heart. Or that one...
And then there is my boy. He likes to find shapes in his poo.
Oh yes, today he spotted a "tennis shoe" floating in the toilet and HAD to share with me. That's not quite what I had in mind when I was hoping for an active imagination...