Oh, we’ve reached the age where the boys are saying some really interesting stuff. Here’s just a couple that have occurred in the last couple of days:

Tonight while reading stories – “Mommy, your talking to loud. I can’t read my story.” Uttered by Nicholas as I was reading the night time books to the boys. “No Daddy. Don’t talk angry. Don’t talk like baby. Talk like Daddy.” Uttered by Dexter as Joel read the last night time story and was trying out different voices for the Thomas the Tank Engine trains.

Earlier today Malina took the boys to the zoo. Potty time came and this time Malina really had to go so, the boys stayed with her in the stall. “Where THE penis?” From Dexter as Malina pees.

Sunday, Dexter was having a heck of a time pooping. He worked at it all morning and afternoon to no avail. That afternoon, we rode our bikes over to my folks’ house. Still no luck for Dexter. I decided he should go in underwear when we got back home because he was way too sweaty in his pull-up. Joel thought this was a dumb idea. Granted, he was right but Dexter and I had already had a talk about poopy in our underwear because he had done it the day before. I thought maybe the message would have stuck. Nope. Joel watched him like a hawk but then needed to take a shower. I washed two dishes and then looked for Dexter. That was all he needed. A big round bump bulged from his underwear. I was livid. “DEXTER! WHAT ARE WE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO IN OUR UNDERWEAR? (Yes, I was a bad parent and shouted.) “I dunno.” “WE DON’T PEE OR POOP IN OUR UNDERWEAR. Now, what don’t we do in our underwear” I asked again. Same response “I dunno”. This made me madder. I took his finger and I poked his head and did what Whinnie the Poo does – tapped his head three times and said “THINK THINK THINK”. I asked the question again. This time Dexter looked up in the air, tapped his head three times, and said, I kid you not, “Think think think.” I anger immediately evaporated and a smiled cracked through before I could turn away. He saw the smile, grinned and said with a smile “Think think think?” I was done for. Today, Dexter pooped in his underwear again. Joel was there. I asked Dexter what don’t we do in our underwear and he tapped his head “think think think” and then said “don’t pee or poop?”

And then there was the swim lesson on Sunday morning. Both boys were doing really well in the water with their teacher, Nathan. But then Nathan had them all lined up on the edge, and was working with one kid at a time out into the middle of the little training pool, and Dex decided to head back to other side and was suddenly behind Nathan. Joel and I both started saying in the loud Mommy (daddy) not-quite-yelling voice, “DEX, go BACK”, and pointing to where his brother sat patiently. Dex looked back, then back at us, then he smiled hugely and pointed at us repeatedly. Little bugger.

Joel’s turn – and then there was last night, when Katie was spending a quiet evening away having dinner with her parents, when I was playing with Dexter after relieving Malina. Dexter had jumped on top of me and was trying to make me throw up by jumping up and down on his stomach, and then, entirely unprompted, he said, “I want to turn into a girl, and be like Mommy.” Malina went into silent hysterics, and I struggled valiantly with how to respond. Finally I got it under control and asked, “well, far be it from me to stop you if you want to – I don’t judge, but what about your penis?” “Penis???” “Yes, Dex, you have a Penis, right? You’d have to get rid of it if you wanted to be a girl. He went totally silent for another 10 seconds, and then said, “I want to be a boy, like Daddy.” Good to know he has his priorities straight.

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