“I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO.”
Aidan has an addiction.
Can you guess what is?
We must have been talking about weddings:
Jai: “Daddy, Aidan and I are getting married!”
Me: “Oh? When?”
Stop right there: Jai is 5yo, Aidan is now 2.5yo, and they are very precocious brothers.
Me: “Do you have a ring? Do you have a celebrant?”
Conversation over. For a while.
A little while later we decided to take down and wash loungeroom curtains. (I feel certainly we are one of very few renters who wash curtains, clean windows and look after the gardens!)
First time, so we notice they hang on standard metal curtain rings. Jai sees one and his eyes light up.
“May I have one?”
“I need a precious ring!”
I smile and say…
“Will it be your precious?”
“Oh yes, it will be my precious!”
Not kidding, true story. Not exact sure why, but the wedding was cancelled.
Oh, precious was given back and has resumed life as a standard curtain ring.
Now that Jai’s vocabulary is getting much more extensive and his sentence structure is sometimes poetic, we are hearing some classic and amazing quotes!
There undoubtedly will be more. Here’s to many more throughout his life!
2yo Aidan: “I WANT BA NA NA!
Me: (Gets one) “Ok… here banana!”
Aidan: “No, not that one!”
Me: (Gets same one) “Ok… banana!”
Aidan: “Not that one!”
Sigh. An hour later
Aidan: “May I have banana!” Some tears.
Me: (Gets SAME one) “Ok… this banana?!”
Aidan: “Mmmmm… ok.” Peels himself, returns to smash toys into each other.
Being a Dad isn’t too hard.
Jai (weeks away from 5yo) likes to test his English.
“LIFE IS NOT PERFECT!” is yelled from the toy room. Learned probably from me.
A smaller voice mimics “Mi’ is no berfect!”
But that’s nothing.
Whilst I was ‘otherwise indisposed‘ early today, a small hand knocked on the door and the question was asked “Where are you Daddy?”
“Buddy, dude, I am busy.”
“Why?” Oh dear, it has begun.
“I don’t wear nappies…” Is two too young to teach about the toilet?
“Why?” Still outside the door.
“Because society frowns upon wearing poopie pants in corporate environments…” I paused and listened as he plodded back to the lounge room.
Always employ big words when you don’t really want to be disturbed.
Our second son recently turned two.
Over Easter his dummy/pacifer was permanently removed from his mouth.
Now he talks incessantly.
This morning, at 7.20am, he deided that yelling ‘COCKADOODLEDOO!’ repeatedly was fun. Mummy thinks otherwise. I let it run its course. The ranting stopped soon after.
We now have TWO alarm clocks. Which means another few years of no sleep after 7am. Sigh.