True Dat

Yesterday, Zane said two things that really resonated with me:

"Bacon? Oh, that's my favorite!"

and

"I really don't like to frow up."

Both brought tears to my eyes for, obviously, very different reasons. Fortunately, one had nothing to do with the other.

Legs and Arms!

Zane drew a picture of himself and included arms and legs! He has, however regressed in writing his name (bottom of the page). Perhaps Saturday's head-bump is to blame.

Never leave a 3 year old alone with an Easter basket.

Me: How much candy have you eaten?
Zane: A LOT!

What's sweeter than a little boy in droopy underwear and a band-aid?

"I was remembering when I broke my tongue and had to go to the hospital room and the doctor fixed it with splitches."

Note: He does NOT remember this incident, as he was only a year old when it happened. He does, however, like to tell the story at least twice a day. Every time he says "splitches" it makes me giggle.

Overheard today...

"I need to go pah-tay. That's the Spanish of potty."

While we were building our new patio chairs: "Whew! Screwing is hard work! Let me take a rest."

Never thought I would say...

"Zane, please take your penis off the remote."

Zane writes his name!

Zane made a picture for John, put it in an envelope and asked me to write a note on it. After dictating the note (with much prodding from me), he decided that he would write his own name. I present Zane's first attempt at writing his own name:

The only thing that I actually drew was the 'o' part of the lowercase A. He then drew the "tail." He did ask for my help on the last lines of both the Z and the N and I just told him where to draw them. I love how he puts as many lines on the E as he can fit.

Poop Humor

Zane eats a lot of fruits and vegetables and is, therefore, "excrementally" prolific. He's full-on potty trained with the exception of naps and night-times when he wears a pull-up. He's also a boy. As a result, he tends to inspect his poop and reflect on it multiple times a day.

Looking into the toilet after having a slightly loose poop: "Huh. My butt has a lot of different settings."

Overheard in the bathroom after another loose poop: "Wow. I dropped a lot of kids into the lake."

Zane: (Doing the potty dance) I have to go potty!
Me: OK. Let's go to the porta-pottys.
Zane: I can't hold it!
Me: OK, well, I guess it's time for you to learn to go peepee in the water. Go tell Daddy.