12.15.05
Noah-isms
Sometimes it’s easy to forget how little Noah is yet. While some things make absolutely perfect sense to us, sometimes they don’t so much to him.
Tigger occasionally likes to.. how to put this delicately… examine the back ends of our cats. Our response is typically “Tigger, no butts!”. One day while eating dinner, Noah decided to take this thread and go with it. “Tigger, no butts! Tigger has a naughty butt. Tigger is a naughty butt.” This was repeated often until we told him no more talking about Tigger’s butt! There was a pause…. then “Tigger has a naughty penis!”.
Tigger was enjoying a bone in the living room when Noah took it from him and threw it. While sometimes they will play with toys together, this time Tigger was fairly content with his bone, so I told Noah to stop it. When he did it again, I asked “Noah, how would you feel if you were eating and I took your plate and threw it?”. To which Noah looked at me for a minute and then said “Mommy? I don’t eat plates.”
It’s so hard to be stern when you’re laughing.