Observations of a Three-year-old

I was making ice cream sundaes for us the other, I asked him what he wanted on his.  He said, "ketchup".  Um, gross, kid.

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While changing his diaper, he looked down and said, "Mommy, my pee pee is big and strong!"  I initially laughed (doomed now, I know).  Then I recoiled at the thought of him telling that to one of his many girls in his daycare harem.  I said, "We don't talk like that!"  His response?  "But it IS big and strong."  So not looking forward to the inevitable call from daycare.

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In Target, E decided that my boobs were squeaky.  He started grabbing both of them while shrieking "SQUEAKY!".  Since he was riding in the cart, I couldn't escape and any efforts to thwart his behavior resulted in louder proclamations that my boobs were squeaky.  Thanks kid, that sweet looking grandma-type person is blushing in our general direction and mommy wants to die after downing an entire industrial-sized bottle of moscato.

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Last night, E tooted and I replied with an exuberant "Gross!"  He said, "No!  It's so good!"  No, kid, it really isn't.

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 It was raining and E said, "Mommy, it is raining.  How do we make the sun come back?"  Good question little buddy.

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 "Mommy, what is this?"

"A baby apple."

"Mommy, where do babies come from?"

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Whenever he is in trouble, he says, "Mommy, you are my best friend."  Well played my child, well played.