this week someone has a favorite toy
it's something that he wants to play with most of the day
he puts it in different configurations
& dumps it out of it's container
& puts it into it's container
& when he's upset sometimes he throws them
what could this toy of boundless fun be
the trains & train table that his parents (read: daddy)
researched & lovingly chose
for it's perfect match to the toddler in question?
could it be the 43 trucks & 28 cars he recieved
see for yourself...
it's a bag of diapers, of course
miss m's diapers
(unused thank you, lord)
& while i find it a little puzzling,
the house does smell baby fresh
& there's nothing bad about that...
so here's to imagination & 'creative' toys...
because apparently there is something
more fun than a barrel of monkeys
he also just said to me
'mama don't hit my castle
(why i would do this no one knows)
it's bery fecial
my daddy made it'
(translation for anyone who doesn't speak toddler
or quinnese: bery fecial=very special)
oh one more since i'm on a Q kick
when ever he sees something that had sparkle or glitter
'oh look that's very farkley'
i love this because it sounds like he's going to say fart
but then it is actually a decription of something pretty...
is that irony?
or just funny?
you be the judge...
oh & please give me a funny or two
kiddy or otherwise
(i do not decriminate on the basis of no children:)