Thursday, February 21, 2013

Stream of Consciousness, Little One styel

This was Little One's 10 minute or so verbal ramble this morning, nearly verbatim:

I want to do the Monster Dash race with you this year.  I'm gonna wear a costume, but I'm not sure which one.  I really want to get another gold medal.  If I do the Kids K and the Monster Dash, then I'll have THREE GOLD MEDALS.  Do you think Daddy would wear his costume?  I think he should wear his gorilla costume.  But he should wear one of your old swimsuits over it so he doesn't look like a naked gorilla.  I wonder if he will mind the mommy cooties on the swimsuit.  I guess you can just wash it.  I wonder where the cooties go when you wash them off in the washing machine?  And then he can wear your swimsuit, and a long hair wig, and you can paint his face like a clown.  So he can be a girl gorilla clown.  Will you do my hair?  Two braids.  Who was on the phone?  Wrong number?  What's a wrong number?  Why did they want to talk to someone named Wayne?  My name isn't Wayne.  Your name isn't Wayne.  Daddy's name isn't Wayne.  Huh.  Maybe they have a friend named Wayne.  I'm gonna go in your shower and get my feet wet from your shower water.  Whoa!  Whoa!  No, I will not fall.  Okay, maybe I will fall a little.  But I didn't get hurt.  See?  Now look at me, I'm disco jogging!  Oh say can you see?  By the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed as the twi-lies last geeming.  Whose broad stripes and bright stars...Huh.  Look at that.  Now watch me!  Mom!  You are not watching me!  Watch me!  Whoa!  Whoa!  Look it's a magic trick!  Now I'm gonna disappear!  Bet you can't see me!  No you can't!  Nuh-uh!  Mom, what earrings are you wearing today?  What shape are your earrings?  Ovals?  They're really not ovals, Mommy.  They're kind of squarish ovals.  Hey, I've got a chipmunk voice.  Mom, can I see the rest of your earrings?  Pleeeeeeease????  Next time you and Daddy have a date night, I want to pick out your earrings for you.  Now I'm going to go make you a burrito, Mommy.

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