“mee-moon” = oatmeal
“moon” = more
“acorn” = motorcycle or popcorn
“heh-kolore” = helicopter
“tuckatoo!” = rooster
“better daddy” = peanut butter and jelly
“ooh-ick” = music
All the same, it blows our minds how talkative he can be. Something else is blowing our minds lately, too: his bossiness.
“You, here. Mama, sit here. Daddy, sit here. No, Daddy! Drink water, Daddy. Say ‘ah,’ Daddy. Mama, say ‘ah.’ Go away Murph! Be right back, Mama. BE RIGHT BACK, MAMA.”
It’s sort of adorable to see a two-year-old conducting traffic around our house the way he does. Speaking from the perspective of a fellow first-born child, I can appreciate what he’s trying to accomplish. Everything needs to be done HIS way because without HIS way, everything would fall to pieces. I totally get that.
However, it’s also sort of obnoxious. If we happen to pass a house whose trash cans have blown over, there is no escaping the machine gun fire of orders from Seabass to pick it up. “Mama, uh-oh. Mama, pick up. Mama, pick up!”
The sad part is, usually I do as I’m told. I mean, the kid’s got a point.