Ever Think About It That Way?

Aren't you fascinated with the things young children say?  Here's a little peek into our preschooler's mind.

At a family gathering at Iris and Doug's home on Sunday afternoon, Daniel was yelling calling very assertively from the dining room.  Six year-old niece Zoe came to the kitchen.
Zoe:  Auntie Sandy, Daniel wants you.
Me:  What does he want?
Zoe:  He wants GiGi to come.
Me:  Why?
Zoe:  (whispers very close to my ear) So we won't have any more ear hurts.

One Tuesday, Daniel found a young friend walking out of the library with her siblings and mother.  He chatted her up about his crocodile backpack and the colors of her tie-dyed tee.  When we got to the street, he wanted to hold her hand to cross into the parking lot.  By this time, we knew that the kind, patient 7 year-old was named Tatum.  Chatterbox and I realized that we were parked right next to Tatum's van, so I thanked her for helping Daniel be safe in the parking lot and said good-bye.  Daniel said, "I wanna' go in Potato's car."

Will stays home with Daniel now that Cecilia has a summer job.  D's voice is so much lower and huskier now that he spends more time with Papai.

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Papai is great at sound effects and dialects.  Daniel has started to make this sound like a young goat.  Hard to describe, but  it's almost like the second half of Woody Woodpecker's laugh.  D uses it when he laughs mostly, but I've heard him use it as an embellishment on the end of some words too.  It's just a little strange . . . huhuhuhuhuhuhuh!

On the freeway with D in the back seat, we talk about the colors of cars a lot.
Daniel: GiGi!  Look at all the different whites, GiGi!

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Inviting Daniel to help pick up outside, I was tossing balls in a bucket.  He stood his ground with arms crossed.  "Congratulations, GiGi!  Good job." 

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One week, the favorite statement was (with one finger raised an arm's-length in front of his face), "I have an idea!"  Nobody can pinpoint the source of that one.

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Unloading the car--
GiGi:  I'm going to carry your bag with my purse and keys.  Will you hold your cup, please?
Daniel:  (turning two chubby little empty palms up) My hands are full.

Back story:  For 2 years now, the naptime routine with GiGi includes a story and several songs, ending with the old hymn There's Something About That Name.  It starts "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.  There's just something about that name.  Master, Savior, Jesus--like the fragrance after the rain."  Okay, so last week we're singing Baa Baa Black Sheep--
Daniel:  Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?  Yes sir, yes sir.  Three bags full.  Master Savior, one for my dame . . ..

As bossy as His Twoness has become over the past couple of weeks, he still has such a tender heart.
Example One--
We were watching "Davey and the Giant Pickle," the VeggieTales cartoon story of David and Goliath.  When the little tomato Davey flung that stone and toppled his wart-faced green opponent, Daniel started wailing.  He was so sad that the pickle was hurt and fell down!  (Never thought of it that way . . ..  Did you?!)

Example Two--
After trying to take a walk on an August Texas morning, I coaxed D to play in the hose on our shaded patio.  To cool down our core body temps, I sprayed the hose in the air to make it 'rain' and began to sing, "It's raining!  It's pouring!  The old man is snoring.  He went to bed and bumped his head, and didn't get up in the morning."  After a few more rounds, my buddy clouded up.  With big tears and an anguished face, he kept repeating, "GiGi, don't sing he bumped his head."





And finally, words I never ever thought I'd hear from the mouth of The King of the Sleep Fighters.
Daniel (when finished with lunch):  I wanna' take a nap!