Out of the Mouth of Babes, 11/15/13

9/13
A wild hair drove me to buy each kid a $2 carousel ticket while at the Hogle Zoo. What a splurge! As the music faded in and we began to turn, Torin exclaimed, “Oh, no! Where’s our helmets?”

9/13
Ah, the joys of potty training. It was comical when Torin began using his "part" as a gun and made shooting sounds effects. It was another thing when he pushed it and said, “Look, Daddy. It’s a doorbell. Ding-dong!” Now that’s just plumb strange.

9/13
As Torin grows, so does his attitude at times. He recently inquisitively queried, “Daddy, and where do you think you’re going?” Geez, who’s the boss?

8/13
It wasn’t spectacular, but it was completely memorable. His timing and intonation were impeccable. Torin dropped a lady bug and with all the sincerity he could muster, he bent down and delicately spoke, “Hey, are you alright?” It was a delightful, non-reproducible moment.

9/13
Torin to Mommy:
“Mom, your legs are sharp like dinosaur teeth.”

10/13
A crafty tactic of Dad’s has been to tell Torin he must sit in his car seat and buckle up when driving in order to avoid making the policeman mad, and a mad policeman will take Dad to jail. He recently insisted we buckle him up or else Daddy would go to “Jell-O.” I reminded him it’s “jail,” but trying to convince him of truths is often futile. He is, however, usually willing to compromise. Dad now goes to “Jell-O jail” if we don’t buckle up.

This practice of combinational compromising can be logical and work out well. Torin asked me about the Sinatra-like penguin on Toy Story.

“Dad, what’s that?”
“It’s a penguin.”
“No, Dad, it’s a rubber ducky.” It was a reasonable belief. The penguin in the movie has that basic shape and composition.
“Yeah, it kinda looks like a rubber ducky, but it’s a penguin.”
“No. It’s a rubber ducky.”
“Penguin.”
“Rubber Ducky.”
“Penguin.”
“OK, Dad… it’s, it’s a rubber penguin.”
“Yeah, that’s true, Pooks. That’s true.”

11/9/13
I submerged myself in the tub, came back up, and Torin exclaimed, “Dad, it’s like you’re being baptized!” He attended his cousin’s baptism a week or so earlier. I was shocked though that he picked up the word and remembered it.