Wednesday, September 22, 2010


At dinner: Iain demands a taste of our sauteed shrimp with lemon noodles. I pass over some noodles. He tastes, then pronounces them "Lexsuxting!" That means disgusting.

In his bath, Iain drinks a mouthful of water. I tell him it's time to get out. He refuses, and has a little fit. He promises no more drinking the bath water, and I tell him he can stay in a little longer. Charles comes in and comments, "Mommy's vicious, Iain." "Mommy delicious!" "No, Iain," I say, "Vicious. Vvvv-icious." And he says, "No! You a vuvuzela!"

Just before bed, we're hanging out while Charles folds his laundry. Iain's in a playful mood. He lays under a small blanket, in his jammies, and says, "Let's count sheep!" "Let's count ducks!" "Let's count pigs!" After each one, we have to count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,20.....I guess we know where he stops remembering the sequence.

1 comment:

Heather said...

I like the word luxsuxting. It should be added to the dictionary.