Conversations with a 3.5yo
Mama, I can smell you. You smell like a cupcake.
Us: Who do you look like more? Mama or Papa?
S: Papa
Us: Who does Didi look like then? Mama?
S: No, Didi looks like Gorgor (himself).
S (brandishing a 'gun' made out of Duplo blocks): Boom! Boom! I shoot you!
Me: I am not playing. Mama doesn't like guns.
S: This is not a gun. It is just a toy, Mama.
When asked where my Christmas present from him was: Later, when I grow up, I have many monies. I will buy you a pink bicycle, Mama.
Me: What are your new classmates' names?
S: I don't know. I think I cannot nember (remember).
Me: How can you not know their names? What do you call them when you want to play with them?
S: Nothing!
S (rubbing his brother's head fondly with a dreamy look on his face): Didi's head is so soft. Like my O (that's what he calls his beloved bolster.
When asked what his superhero name was as he was getting his face painted at a party: Uh... Sean.
S: You have a mole, Mama.
Me: Yes do you have a mole too?
S: No, I am not a girl.
Me: Oh, you think only girls have moles? What do boys have then?
S (smugly): Moustache(s), like Papa.
Tomorrow, if I grow smaller, can I go back inside your tummy, Mama?