A few nights ago, we took Welles' car to a mechanic. I was following him, and Daniel was in the car with me. We had to pull into a parking lot because the car started smoking. All the way there, Daniel had said, "Daddy's car is broken. We take it to the car doctor." When Daniel saw the smoke coming from under the hood, he said, "mommy, it's schbroken." I said, "you mean smoking?" he said, "No! Schbroken!" SCHBROKEN- a mixture of smoking and broken.
On the way home from getting ice cream the other night, Welles said, "how are you doing, Buddy?" Daniel said, "I am not Buddy, I am a punk!"
Yesterday morning I asked Daniel if his throat hurt. He said, "No, my throat feels happy!"
Daniel loves to be tickled. We were all watching TV in our room, and daniel would crawl to Welles and say, Dada - tickle me!" Then after laughing hysterically while Welles tickled him, he would crawl over to me and say, "Mama! Rescue-er me!"
| Giving his horse a kiss |
Also, lately, out of the blue - Daniel will sing Christmas Carols - Jingle Bells in particular. I have no idea where he is hearing them; could they be a memory from 6 months ago?
Every time we pass a church he says, "Mommy! It's a castle! I go in that castle?"
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