From time to time, I contribute a blog post that just for my boys - to document memories. This is such a post. Oh Ethan, how you make me laugh. I am blessed with two very hilarious boys.
Ethan has been reaching the milestone of categorizing, and has made the connection that boys are different than girls. He's not completely sure just how they are different yet, but has been very proud to show off by pointing people out and letting me know he's got this down. Only, he doesn't know the words "boy" and "girl," and instead categorizes people as "mommies" and "daddies." For example, a lady might show up in a book and doesn't look a thing like me, but he'll point and say, "Mommy." He looks so proud of himself when he does this. It took a few times for me to understand what he was doing, but then I was pretty proud of him too.
Until we go in public, and he points to random men and yells, "Daddy!" in which they then look at me funny. So I've been working with him on "girl" and "boy." I'll say, "Ethan's a BOY. Daddy's a BOY. Mommy's a GIRL." and so on through the whole family and extended family and he loves this game.
So, two nights ago we were sitting on the couch as a family watching a show and two men were on the screen having a discussion, and Ethan says, "Mommy, (pointing) BOY."
"Yes baby, that's a boy! Great job!"
"Boy (pointing some more).... Dass a boy. (points to his lap) Pee pee."
After a short bit of silence, Adam and I fell into laughter. What a smartie! We can not figure out where he gets this stuff, but he sure has it all figured out!
On a related note, I got a shocker at dinner one night as I got to witness Ethan's disturbing revelation. If the boys could have their way, we'd have pizza or hot dogs at every meal. We don't, but I do break these staples out from time to time as I did about a month ago. I made hot dogs with mixed veggies and fruit, and we sat down at the table for a meal together. Aden was in the middle of a story about school when I heard Ethan say (very persistently), "Mommy, hot dog."
I looked at him for just a minute, "Yes, hot dog." and then looked back at Aden for the rest of the story.
"Mommy. HOT DOG." And he points to the food. I realize he's trying to tell me something, so with a little more attention I say, "Yes Ethan, that's a hot dog, you're right."
And as serious as can be, he slowly points to the hot dog, "HOT DOG." Then points to his lap, "Pee pee."
This child, with the Gerber baby curls, angelic eyes, blush-colored pucker of a mouth and the most squishable, lovable cheeks you can imagine, was just making the connection of similarity and was wondering what in the WORLD I was feeding him.
Over a month later and I am still laughing.
