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Ok, so apparently if you google “boob mouse mats” my former blog site is number ten in the returns. The questions that brings up are just so numerous. Not the least of which is what exactly are boob mouse mats? My life is so sheltered in many ways…
Today I asked Max to read me a book. He has a set of Bob books that are right on his level, as far as phonics skills go. He selected “Lad and the Fat Cat” – a rip-roaring tale if there ever was one. He clambered happily up into my lap, settled back, and started reading. In an English accent.
“Lahd hahd a faht, faht caht.” I looked at him. He smiled back.
“What does this say?” I pointed to the letter a.
“Aaa. Like apple.”
“Right. Good. Go on.”
“The caht is Kit.”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“Like what?”
I just can’t explain it.
Raphael likes to take one sock off. Recently he took his single discarded sock and filled it up with a handful of toys. A car from the train set, a few Duplo blocks, a toy car – stuff like that. Then he carried it around for a while. When I asked him what he had, he lifted it up so I could see it better.
“Iss mah Nemo.”
Nemo, just like the movie.
“Is it a fish?”
Deeply disdainful look.
“Noooo. Iss mah Nemo.”
Today he trotted up to me with one sock on, one sock held aloft. Something heavy and soft was in the toe.
“Hi honey,” I said, “whatcha got there?”
“Iss mah Nemo. Smew it.”
I looked at it suspiciously. What was that in the sock, exactly? I didn’t want to smell it. He pushed it at me. “Smew it!” I was worried now. Without being graphic, he is potty training at the moment. And I never know what he’ll do. I reached out one cautious finger and poked the Nemo.
Sand. It was full of sand. Relieved, I leaned forward and sniffed it.
“EWWWW!” Raphael hollered, “Yoo smew it!” He ran off, unimpressed by my feeble admonition that “sand stays in the sandbox!”
Finally, according to Fox news, Blender magazine has named “We Built This City” by Starship NUMBER ONE on their list of the 50 worst songs of all time. Now, why they gotta go and do that? All day I’ve been singing, “We built this city! We built this city! We built this city on rock…and…roll!” After that the lyrics become fuzzy and I end up humming, “Sumpthin’, sumpthin’, sumpthin! Underneath the sumpthin’!” My lack of solid recall doesn’t stop me from occasionally bursting out with an enthusiastic chorus of, “WE BUILT THIS CITY!”
This often startles the boys, making them jump, then turn and give me annoyed looks. I smile and tell them not to worry. You can’t always explain things.