I can’t believe Tru will be turning 4 in a few months. 4! That’s like official big boy territory, together with critter fascination, muddy clothes and smelly shoes. Just the other day, he came home and declared “I like lizards.” I wasn’t sure if it was for real but I had to make it clear that he’s never to bring one near me. Ever.
He’s also developed a a quick wit and a quirky sense of humor, which makes for very interesting conversation.
Me: Son, why are you not wearing pants?
Tru: Because I like my backside to be cold.
Me: Unfortunately, we’re not a nudist family so you’ve got to put on some pants even if it makes your backside warm. Besides, if you don’t wear pants, Mickey (the dog) might *accidentally* bite your penis.
Tru: My penis is not food, you know.
Me: Oh, if you keep waving it around like that, it just might be.
Me: Tru, are you a big boy or a small boy?
Tru: I’m a big boy.
Me: Big boys need to sleep in their own rooms, you know? You can’t sleep in mommy’s room anymore.
Tru: Next time when I grow down, then I can sleep in your room?
Me: There’s no such thing as grow down, sweetheart.
Tru: Yes, when I grow down, I will become smaller like a baby.
Me: That’s not going to happen, Tru. You’re not Benjamin Button.
Tru: Sometimes I want to grow up and sometimes I want to grow down.
Me: Actually, you know what? Me too, son.