Fire Passy?
This one took me a while to figure out...
Caleb was talking about a kid in the "frogs" class at his school (the class he was in until January) and said, "He has a fire passy."
Me: "You mean his passy has a firetruck on it?"
Caleb: "No, silly Mama!"
(2 days later)
Caleb: "Here, Nola...here's your fire passy." (He was holding her pacifier. Duh...paci fire.)
Funny Guy
Caleb and Rudy were playing before bed a couple of nights ago. Rudy was making Caleb laugh hysterically, which is one of my favorite sounds ever. Suddenly, Caleb stopped laughing and said, "Okay, Daddy. Now you be the regular person and I'll be the funny guy."
Basketball
Caleb has decided that he is a basketball player. As a matter of fact, he's adamant about it. It is his job. He runs around the living room, pretending to shoot layups. We're using it to our advantage. During dinner last night, the little wiggle worm literally fell out of his chair. He just slid right off the end of the chair, hit his chin on the table and landed square on his rear end on the tile floor. He understandably cried and had a pretty good sized fit until I suggested that he just bounced on the floor like a basketball. The tears dried up and the laughter started and all was right with the world. I even managed to get him to eat his meatloaf because "basketball players eat meatloaf to be strong and make baskets." Pretty much everything he does is because he's a basketball player (i.e., "I poop because I'm a basketball player.")
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