Our child never stops talking. Ever. When he's not talking about monsters and dragons and ghosts (yes, ghosts), our conversations look something like this.
Scene: Breakfast table
E: "Mommy?"
Me: "Yes, Lovie?"
E: "John* smells."
Me: *stunned* "He does? Well, what does he smell like?"
E: "He smells like peepee and he peepees on the floor."
Me: "Ummm, well, sometimes accidents happen. You should still be nice to him and don't tell him he smells.
E: (thinking) "Okay, Mommy."
(30 minutes later at school drop-off)
E: "Mommy?"
Me: "Yes?"
E: "I won't laugh at John when he peepees on the floor."
Me: "Good, baby."
E: "Even if he smells."
Scene: A new FSO's apartment who had just received his HHE shipment
E: "Oh wow, look at this mess!" When you going to clean this up?"
Me: (dying of embarrassment) E! You need to be nice! They're still unpacking all their stuff."
FSO: (laughing) "It's okay. It IS a mess."
Scene: Saturday morning
E: (distributes a flute to Mommy, a tambourine to Daddy and a drum to himself) "C'mon! Let's play rock n' roll!"
Scene: Walking home from school
E: "Mommy, the sun makes the rain stop."
Me: "Oh yeah, how do you know that?"
E: "Because the sun came out and the rain stopped."
Me: "That's right."
E: "And the rain makes the flowers grow bigger."
Me: "And who told you that?"
E: "Caillou"**
*John is the Americanized spelling of Can, which is the Turkish version of the name.*
**Caillou is his favorite cartoon. Who says kids don't learn anything from TV!?"**
