favorite color
Mama: "What's your favorite color?"
T: "TJ."
Mama: "Is TJ a color? Or are you TJ? What's your favorite color?"
T: "TJ."
Mama: "Mine too."
Mama: "What's your favorite color?"
T: "TJ."
Mama: "Is TJ a color? Or are you TJ? What's your favorite color?"
T: "TJ."
Mama: "Mine too."
TJ got cut off again with his phone call with Auntie KK before he could say goodnight.
Mama: "TJ, it's ok, do you want to try to call anyone else to say goodnight?"
TJ: "Elmo."
Mama:TJ, did you have any dreams last night?
TJ: Yes.
Mama: What did you dream?
TJ: That I was sleeping in my bed with my blankie.
Mama: TJ, what do you want for lunch?
TJ: Waffle.
Mama: But you had that for breakfast. How about something else? Sandwich?
TJ: No.
Mama: Pizza?
TJ: I want pizza.
Mama: Do you want pepperoni or just cheese?
TJ: NO, I WANT PIZZA.
We just made chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven.
I am introducing TJ to one of the true delights - warm chocolate cookies with a glass of milk.
TJ: I don't want cookie.
Mama: Just try it.
TJ: I don't want cookie.
Mama, walking away with half: OK, I'll take it.
TJ: I want cookie.
Mama: You have some right there. Try it.
TJ takes a bite.
TJ: I like cookie!
Mama, in response to T's imitating a monkey: Are you a monkey?
TJ: No, I'm TJ.
Mama: You're a boy.
TJ: No, I'm TJ.
Mama: You're TJ and you're a boy.
TJ: NO I'M TJ!
Mama: TJ, what do you want for lunch?
TJ: Ali and Bebe.
Mama: TJ, what color is an orange?
TJ: pink
Mama: Are they pink?
TJ: No! Blue.
TJ: Ju-ya-ya eating Mama's breast?
Mama: No, honey, she's nursing.
TJ looking at the string on his sweatpants: "Oh, that's your string?"
Mama: Nope, not my string.
TJ: That's Daddy's string?
Mama: Nope, not Daddy's string either.
TJ: Oh, that's Jul-ya-ya's string?
Mama: Nope, not Julia's string.
TJ: OH! That's MY string.
Repeat at least three times.
Mama: TJ, are you my baby?
TJ: No, I'm TJ.
Mama, making a shopping list: We need bananas and ham at the store, TJ, can you think of anything else?
TJ: Milk.
Mama: (writing it down): anything else?
TJ: Daddy.
Mama, nursing Juyaya: TJ, you used to nurse like this when you were a little baby, you know.
TJ, pulling up his shirt and looking for nursing equipment: I DID?!?
Mama: That's a cricket, rubbing it's wings together, making a chirping noise.
TJ, flapping his arms: These are my wings.
Mama: Are you a cricket?
TJ: No.
Mama: Are you a bird?
TJ: No, I'm TJ!
TJ, trying to move the baby's arms: Is Juyayaya a bird?
Mama: No, she's Julia.
TJ: I want to flap her wings.
TJ, with his favorite blanket in his mouth, as Mama and Daddy eat dinner: I am eating my blankie.
Mama: is it good?
TJ: No, it's my blankie.
Mama, pointing to the letters on the Thomas the Train blanket: what letter is this?
TJ: T
Mama: how about this?
TJ: H
Mama: This letter?
TJ: O
Mama: This letter?
TJ: M
Mama: This letter?
TJ: A
Mama: This letter?
TJ: S
Mama: What does that spell?
TJ: Choo choo train!!!
I love to sing to TJ and sometimes I leave the last word out and let him fill it in. I tried it the other day with a made-up song and this is what we came up with:
Mama: TJ, TJ, I love...
TJ: You.
Mama: Every day, yes it's...
TJ: True.
Mama: From your head to your...
TJ: Nose.
Mama: I love you right down to your...
TJ: Belly.
TJ to our accountant, Ernie: Where's Bert?
TJ, pointing at Daddy's drink at a restaurant: I want THAT.
Daddy, pointing at TJ's cup: You have your own.
TJ: Niiiiiiice.
TJ on kitchen table: Mama, lookit me!
Mama: Only food belongs on the table, TJ. Are you food?
TJ: No.
Mama: What kind of food would you be?
TJ: Pizza.
Mama: I would be chocolate. What would Daddy be?
TJ: A pineapple.
Mama: What would Julia be?
TJ: I don't know.
Mama: A banana?
TJ, smiling: Yes, a banana.
Mama: What would Auntie KK be?
TJ: A strawberry.
TJ looking at bbq beef on his plate: What is that?
Mama: barbeque beef. Try it?
TJ: I don't want to.
Mama: Set a good example for Julia.
TJ, taking a bite: yum!
Mama: I got you that toy because I love you.
TJ: You love me?
Mama: Yes, TJ, I do love you.
TJ: And I love Tigger.
After singing TJ a long lullaby about our life and our day, I tell him "you are such a good boy" and he replies to me "you are such a good girl."
Hey, I'll take it.
TJ to John at the dinner table, for no apparent reason (to us at least): "You freaking out?"
This is what I hear in the morning in the monitor. Names and details may vary.
"Daddy. Daddy. DADDY! I need my Daddy."
Pause.
"Oooga Boooga."
Mama: Time for your nap, where's your blankie?
TJ, clapping hands: Come here blankie!
Mama: "TJ, are you sick of waffles?"
TJ: "I have to go to the doctor."
Mama: "Why?"
TJ: "Because I'm sick."
Mama: "TJ, do you want to go visit Sue?"
TJ: "Yes, I want to go to the zoo!"
Mama: "TJ, do you want to run in that race again this year?"
TJ: "Yes."
Mama: "You'll be three."
TJ: "I'll be three? I'm two now."
Pause.
"HEY WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARTY?"
TJ: "I want chicken nuggets from the driveway."
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