Sadly, this will be my last installment of toddlerisms for G. because he turns 3 in less than a week, and he then will no longer qualify as a toddler. He then becomes a full-fledged preschooler.
I made black bean and sun dried tomato hummus a few weeks ago. G. loves hummus.
Well, he loves hummus if it's not my hummus, at least.
He tasted it, and he immediately declared, "Mommy, this tastes yucky on my tongue. Blech. Blech."
Thanks, kid, I thought. Don't spare my feelings or anything.
We visited my mom shortly after he decided the hummus I'd made was more dreadful than an afterschool special featuring the vocal and acting talents of Miley Cyrus and Justin Beiber.
"Tell Grandma what you think about my hummus," I prodded.
He paused, deep reflection shone in his eyes.
"Well, mommy," he said, "actually I don't think about your hummus."
I'm not going to name any names here, but one our relatives said the S-H word in front of G. when something unexpected happened about a month ago.
A few nights ago, while we were being attacked by our blood-sucking backyard residents during a tomato-picking spree, John and I had finally had enough of being mosquito dinner, so we urged G. to run as fast as he could back into the house with us.
We all bounded for the screen door, John and I exclaiming for G. to hurry and get inside so we could shut it without letting the mosquitoes in, too.
We slammed the back door as soon as his little body cleared the track.
"Ugh," John said. "We let some in. Don't move, honey. There's one on you."
Hubby then proceeded to smack my head to kill the mosquito that had landed there.
"Oh, SHIP!" G. exclaimed. "Daddy hit mommy!"
John and I, both of whom are not really cursers, stopped dead in our tracks.
"What'd you say, honey?" I calmly asked G. trying to decipher his word choice.
"I said SHIP!" he exclaimed.
"As an a boat?" I asked.
"No! I said SHIP!"
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "It just means, oh, SHIP!"
Here's to hoping if he said that during Vacation Bible School they actually thought he was referring to a boat since the theme this year was High Seas.
Crossing my fingers.
We were driving in the car to see some of our friends for some rainy day play at a nearby library with an interactive children's section.
My friend has two little girls. We had a really interesting conversation on the way to play.
"Mom, my favorite girl to play with is M.," he said.
"Well, that's good because we're going to see her in a few minutes."
"Yeah," he said. "But you know I really want a sister, right?"
"Well, no, I didn't know that," I replied, "but maybe someday mommy and daddy will have another baby and you will have a sister. Or maybe you'll have another brother."
"No." he said firmly. "I already have one of those. I want a sister."