Yard guardians, fending off squirrels together.
Two-year-old: (comes bearing his Halloween pumpkin bucket. I have no idea where he even got it.) Mama want my pumpkin!
Me: Huh? No, I don’t need your pumpkin. You can have it.
Two-year-old: NOOOO! Mama want my pumpkin! (runs away screaming)
Sometimes I think he makes even less sense now that he can talk.
Toddler: My love Thomas! Mama love Thomas?
Me: No, I don’t love Thomas.
Toddler: Mama love Doctor Who!
Toddler: Live outside! Toes live outside!
Me: Your toes live outside? Does that mean your toes are cold?
Me: Does that mean you want to wear socks?
Toddler, excited to have got his meaning across: YEAH!
Me, to toddler in car seat: Are you gonna fall asleep?
Him: No! Not tired, mama!
(Thirty seconds later he’s sound asleep)
My toddler’s new game: yelling “police car mama!” while I’m driving.
Whether or not there’s actually a police car in sight. Either that or he sees imaginary police cars everywhere we go.
Toddler, yelling out the window: No, lawnmow! No, lawnmow! Nooooooooooooooo, lawnmow!