Gender Roles

"Mommy, I'm going upstairs to play with Daddy. You stay downstairs and do the dishes. Or some other kitchen job. That's what you're supposed to do."

Lucky me!

You Know You Need To Get Out When...

Your son asks you this serious question,

"Mommy, do you like farts?" (accompanied by fart)

I guess we'd run out of things to talk about.

Fuzzy Logic

With the rite of passage of turning three comes a newfound sense of logic. Everything makes sense to J. If only they made sense to us.

J: Ohhhh, let me see that pizza. It looks like it has cheese. I don't like cheese.
Me: What kind of pizza do you like?
J:Plain
Me: This is plain pizza.
J: Well I don't like plain pizza.
(After the pizza is hot and cut)
Can I have another piece of pizza, please?


J: Don't worry, Mommy. Your pants are dirty, but they will dry in the washing machine.

There's a line in a Barenaked Ladies song that goes like this, "But I don't like salmon. It looks really appetizing. Of course if I were to eat salmon, it would be the wild caught salmon."

J: But I don't like orzo. It looks appetizing. Of course if I were to eat orzo it would have to be the wild caught orzo. (put said orzo into mouth)

J: Mommy, if you pee a lot in the potty, all the time, your headache will go away.
(I think to myself that my headache is not due to the fact that I won't use the potty-- he will pee anytime, but #2 is totally a different story)

J: Did you know that sometimes babies float?
I tried really hard to make a connection to this, but it was just an out there thought with no further explanation. I will be sure to keep him away from the tub with his little sister for awhile.

And then there's his favorite one, which I hear at least 10 times a day...
J: There are two babies in your belly!
L: No, there's only one.
J: There are two. One. two. Because I say there are. It's pretty funny. I can see them.

I bet he can.