Where the book?
I walked into the boy's room to get him out of bed this morning. We exchanged pleasantries (typically involving me saying "hey buddy!" and him replying, "hey body" or "hey bunny"). When I picked him up, he was looking around for something. Then he uttered:
"Where the ef-fant book, daddy?"
At which time I just about lost it, for the following reasons:
- I've never heard him string together a 5 word sentence
- He wakes up in the morning thinking about elephant books
- A year and a half ago, he was just a little ball of chub that ate, pooped, and cried. Now he's asking where his elephant book is.
When I started acting all crazy and happy, he was looking at me like, "I still don't see my book."
It made my day. He made me so happy, I'm considering calling the orphanage to cancel the drop-off.
Comments
Lianne said:
Hey, at least he didn't say, "Where's the f-ing book."
I think about these things, because that's what my children would say.
By the way, paragraphs of speech are only minutes away.
Lia said:
You should be proud.
The poor kid will have to suffer his whole life being told that his first sentence was about an elephant book. At least one of you can be proud of the accomplishment.
Sarah said:
awwwwwwwwwww...
elasticwaistbandlady said:
Looking for an elephant book? Wow, a young Republican in the making!
WOOT!
cadiz12 said:
was that what you had read to him the night before? see, what you guys are saying is really sinking in, pal. better curb the epithets when the vole is around.
Katie said:
First come the sentences, then the paragraphs, and then he'll never stop talking. Prepare yourself.
I said:
Oh, he already never stops talking, it's just that most of it doesn't make any sense. I mean, individual words make sense, but he'll say 100 words in a row that have nothing to do with each other - all day long. Either that or he'll sing. The boy's always got a song on his mind.
Syar said:
singing's good. ef-fant...I'm loving that new word. One sentence and he's making trends already.
elasticwaistbandlady said:
Please, Omar, for the love of all that is decent and good, DO NOT under any circumstances allow your boy to see the Winnie The Pooh Heffalump Movie.
It's annoying and catchy; a very lethal combination and he will sing the cutesy pie ef-fant songs until you beg for mercy. Ask me how I know this to be true. Go on.....ASK ME!
elasticwaistbandlady said:
I've got a theory working here. Look back at the last three posts and see. Apparently, I'm a serial murderer. Stalking and killing blog posts with alarming alacrity.
BEWARE a comment from elastic; it's like the kiss of DEATH!
Becky said:
dude. if we can manage to pad the crap out of this post, your 4000th comment could very well be about your 300th post.
pad like mad, people!
jasmine said:
you sure he didn't say "effing" like, you know, the censored version of the gerund of the F word?
you sure your son just doesn't have a potty mouth?!
Syar said:
what 300th post? I need a counter or something for all of Omar's milestones. so confusing.
"What do we want?"
"Padding!"
"When do we want it?"
"NOW!"
Becky said:
we're mad!
we pad!
get used to it!
elasticwaistbandlady said:
Thanks syar and becky for breaking my comment killer pattern. Now, I'm not last on the list again.
Oh......wait a minute.
Silandara said:
Hi Omar,
I'm finally checking out your blog, after all your lovely commenting on the Tiger Beat Blog and because a friend told me to (and because you have a cute little boy too). We have no little boy sentences in our house yet, but he's obsessed with the cat "Hobbes," the fish "ish ish ish" and the turtles (which still sound like he's saying "dada"). Hearing him say a sentence must be thrilling! I can hardly wait until it's my turn. :)
(my word verification is haboob)