Get it right, woman
Nigel lies on the floor in front of me, a fresh diaper under his newly-clean bottom. We’re reached an impasse: his hand is firmly attached to his nether bits.
“Okay, Nigel. Let go of your penis so I can close your diaper.”
“Dat’s not my penis, dat’s my doodle.”
“At Mary’s house, we call it a penis, okay?”
“O-tay. Is a penis.”
“Yes, it is. Good man.”
Pause.
“So, Mr. Man. You planning on letting go of that thing any time soon?”
He removes his hand, but gazes at me sternly.
“Mahwee. Is not a thing. Is my penis!!“
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All I have to say to this one is bwahahahahahahahahaha!!
Such sticklers, aren’t they? If I slip up and tell mine to get in the car, she never fails to remind me “It’s not a car, It’s a truck!”
Once they find their “doodle”, they never really let go of it, do they?
That is absolutely hilarious!
How perfect!
Now – if only I could convince the Pie that she doesn’t have a penis. (Freud would have a field day with her!)
ha! well, at least you know he’s getting the concept. 😉
They get very proprietary very early, I’ve noticed. And isn’t Nigel George’s brother? I remember one of the earliest posts I read on your blog was about some similar conversations with George.
My son (6) is a stickler with words. I swear I spend half the day arguing semantics with him. The kid’s going to grow up to be a lawyer. (Or a writer/editor like me!)
They do start early, don’t they.
LOL!
At least you know he’s listening! 😉
A doodle– that’s a new one on me. Nigel is very page-worthy. What a great kid! He more than makes up for Darcy growing older.