**"I'm going to a bong party." What!?! What did he just say? Trying not to look as
stupid startled as we were, we freaked out calmly asked what that meant. "You know, BONG! BONG! BONG!" as he banged his hands on the couch like a drum. Whew...
**He plopped himself on my lap for a book, a little harder than he meant to. "I'm sorry, mommy," he said. "Sorry for what, honey pot?" I asked. "I'm sorry for blamming too hard on your 'where-you-don't-have-a' pee-pee." That's right - it's my 'not a pee-pee.' (and "blamming" is jumping)
**He became curious at the age of 2 about differences in gender after watching me change my niece's diaper. "You don't have a pee-pee, Mommy?" "No, I don't have a pee-pee." "You have two butts, Mommy?" Hmm... I suppose I can see where that came from.
**Went to the butcher shop last week and he became instant friends with the lady working behind the counter. He asked me if we could go in "that door" which led to the back room. I said no, it was for people who work here, like the lady he had talked to. He proceeded to yell across the store at her, "You go in that room?" She said yes, then he asked, "like when you have to poop?" I don't know about this kid.
**I told him a story the other day about when I was a little girl and inadvertently sat on an ant hill... of RED ants. Big ones. They bit me, blah blah blah. Monsoon brought it up today when we read a book with pics of ants in it. He said, "Red ants, like the ones that ate your butt?!"