This is a collection of random funny/amusing things (at least to us, his parents!) that my son has said or done ever since his first real words. I am writing this post (or series, I hope) to chronicle his antics and more importantly, to not forget them over time. Please enjoy!
The Potty Dialogue
Ma: Please do potty, son or you will have trouble later.
Son: (reluctantly) Oh No… No Potty. Help! Help Ma! Help Papa! I Suck! (he means to say “I am stuck”, but he has trouble pronouncing “st” and he thinks “am” is overrated)
Ma: (mimicking Daniel Tiger) Keep trying, you will get better.
Son: (grunting and groaning) Oh no! Ma, Ma, come here….it’s not working…..what happened?
Ma: (again mimicking Daniel Tiger) Keep trying, you will get better.
Son: (after 10-15 minutes, mimicking Dora) We did it! We did it!
The Non-Heroic Spiderman
Son: (putting on some random mask) Look Ma, I Spiderman (again the “am” is skipped)
Ma: Oh, wow! Hello Spiderman.
Son: (after 5 minutes, trying to get the mask off and failing) Oh no Ma, I Spiderman…I Suck (of course this meaning I am stuck)! Help! Help!
Of late, Sonny has developed an interest in Mister Maker and wants to cut paper all the time. One day he ended up cutting a paper in the shape of a rectangle.
Son: (super excited!) Look Ma! Look! This rectangle!
Ma: (quite proud) Oh wow! You cut a rectangle…amazing!
Son: (after a few more cuts here and there on the paper and finally getting a triangle) Look Ma! This triangle!
Ma: (again beaming) Wow, you cut out a triangle. Excellent!
Son: (cutting off the top half of the triangle) See Ma, see.
Ma: (looking) Oh wow! Another rectangle…very good!
Son: (almost disappointed at Ma’s ignorance) No Ma. This no rectangle…this trapezoid!
Ma: (falling off the chair) What, son? Say again..what is this?
Son: (matter-of-factly) Trapezoid, Ma. (This from a 3.3 year old who has difficulty pronouncing stuck! Bless ya, YouTube!)
The Goodness Factor
On “Bring Your Family to Work” day, we took Sonny to see Hubby’s workplace. He mostly walked around the vast campus enjoying nature and avoided going to the crowded places. Then finally when we did take him to hubby’s cubicle, he was pretty excited to try out hubby’s work phone. Then we went to the coffee area to get something to eat and drink. The coffee shop is in the basement of the building and if you look up from there, you could see all the floors merging onto the building’s ceiling far up. It echoed when people talked in the coffee area (To me it felt like an easy way for management to keep tabs on their teams wasting time drinking coffee!)
So, for us who had worked in that building quite a number of years, it was a boring regular sight; but for a 3.3 year old, this was huge and beyond belief! So when I asked my son to look up, his reaction was: “Oh my goodness!” which was quite loud and echoed throughout. After that he hugged one of the thick pillars supporting the roof and refused to let go uttering “Oh my goodness!” from time to time. It was quite amusing for the passersby.
The Hair Cutter
This happened quite recently in a toy store when we were buying toy for another kid’s birthday. Once a toy was selected for gifting, it was inevitable we will need to buy something for Sonny (otherwise there was no way he would let the other kid have his present!). So we asked him what he wanted and this is what happened next.
Son: Ma, Want Hair Cutter!
Papa: (asking the shop owner) Do you have something like that? Some toy where a child can cut/shape hair using a child-safe scissor etc.?
Ma: (whispering) Oh oh, ask him for the Barbie Hair Saloon stuff… Sonny was showing me Barbie on TV this morning. (We are quite gender-neutral when it comes to buying kids toys!)
Son: Ma Hair Cutter… Hair Cutter..where Hair Cutter? (Swirling his arms above his head round and round and going) Weee-oooooo-weeee-ooooo!
Ma: (now slightly confused) Oh, do you want a fire truck? Wee-ooo-wee-ooo or Amulance?
Son: (shaking his head) No fire truck, Ma. No Abulance! (Told you. He hates using “am” sound)… Hair Cutter Ma… Hair Cutter. (Again, swirling his arms above his head round and round) Weee-oooooo-weeee-ooooo!
Ma: (suddenly a light bulb went on) Oh oh… I get it. (To Papa and Shop Owner) He wants a helicopter! Son, you want a helicopter, right?
Son: (finally happy) Yes, Ma. Hair Cutter! Where hair cutter?
Ma: Hmmm, let’s get you this helicopter.
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