Ever since she began using the potty, Hayden has been an eccentric pooper.
At first, she would make sure someone was keeping her company and she would ask to be hugged tightly "to squeeze the poop out." So this meant hanging out with Hayden while she sat on the potty and then she'd all of a sudden exclaim "It's hugging time!"
Nowadays though, Hayden prefers her solitude. But recently I overheard her talking while she was sitting on the potty saying:
"Come on out. Come on out. I don't know why you changed your mind and don't want to come out."
No word yet as to whether the poop talked back.
In other tushy talk, Marley will sometimes walk around nude and, one day, I asked her if I could have her tushy so I could take it to work with me.
"Just a little piece," she counteroffered, holding her thumb and pointer close together.
Very generous, I think.
Moving on to non-pooping body parts, Hayden was snuggling with me on the couch and said, "Daddy, I can hear your heart beeping."
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto.
Speaking of Hayden, she was drawing something on the computer and said, "Daddy, when I'm done with this drawing it's going to change your world."
Characteristic modesty.
And, finally, we were watching They Might Be Giants' Here Comes the ABCs and got to talking about the alphabet. Here's a transcript:
Hayden: Daddy, Marley's special because her name has an A in it and A is the first letter of the alphabet.
Me: That's true.
Hayden: And you and I are special too then.
Me: That's true too.
[Medium pause]
Hayden: But mommy isn't special.
Me: That's not true. You know that mommy is very special.
Hayden: Well, she did marry you.
Hayden either has a wildly unrealistic image of marriage, her father, or both.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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