Target is no longer my easy out...

Used to be if we needed something to do and I didn't feel like going to a playground, we (that is, Zane and I) could pop into Target and kill 45 minutes "pushing buttons." We'd often walk out with nary a dime spent (with the exception of an occasional bag of Goldfish or Frappuccino). Zane has apparently matured beyond that. Now, after pushing a few buttons, Zane asks "can we take this home?" or simply wraps his arms around whatever toy that he's taken a liking to (i.e. everything that he touches) and states "take this home." So, Target is no longer the easy way to kill a bit of time. Just in time for the too-hot-to-touch-playground days of summer. Great.

In addition, Zane has now entered the precursor to the "why" stage: the "what's that called?" stage. As in...

Zane: (pointing to my car stereo) What's that called?

Me: Radio

Zane: (pointing to my car stereo) What's that called?

Me: Button

Zane: (pointing to my car stereo) What's that called?

Me: Other button

Zane: (pointing to my car stereo) What's that called?

Me: Other button

Or...

Zane: (pointing to my dinner plate) What's that called?

Me: Plate

Zane: (pointing to my dinner plate) No. What's that called?

Me: Umm...crumb.

Zane: (pointing to my dinner plate) No. What's THAT called?

Me: Umm...bread crumb.

Zane: (pointing to my dinner plate) NO! What's THAT called?

Me: Ahh...green dinner plate with food crumbs on it.

Zane: (pointing to my dinner plate) No. What's THAT called?

Me: Crazing. (I know this because of my Hummel research and Antiques Roadshow)

Zane: (pointing to my dinner plate) No. What's THAT called?

Me: Do you want to watch Elmo?

To be fair, I have now entered the mom-stage of lying on the couch and saying "I'm just resting my eyes."

"My booboo is almost starting to going away!"

This morning Zane had some breakfast sausage links with ketchup on the side. He, of course, ate the sausage first and saved the ketchup for last.

Zane: (referring to the ketchup) This is delicious!

Zane: It's red?

Me: Yes, it is.

Zane: It's really kind of orange.