It's been a while since we've heard from the inner workings of Jacob's little brain, so I thought I'd share some recent observations:
Last night he asked me what we were having for dinner. I told him that Greg and I were eating pierogies and corn, but that I had made chicken nuggets for him, because I didn't think he'd like pierogies. He asked what pierogies were. He then told me that they ate "HA-rogies" at school. They were giant noodles with mashed potatoes inside. I said, yes, that's what we were eating. PA-rogies. He agreed that we were eating food of the same ingredients, but still insisted that the items that they had at Harbor House were called Harogies.
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We were watching TV together one day and a commercial for some movie was on. He asked me if I knew what kind of dinosaur was on the commercial, and I said, "I think it's tyrannosaurus rex."
"Well, actually, that's a T-rex."
"T-rex is the same as a tyrannosaurus rex, isn't it?"
"Yes, but T-rex is short for tyrannosaurs rex, and that one had shorter legs, so I think it was a T-rex."
He didn't understand that "short for" means verbal abbreviation, not a smaller biological version of the creature!
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Jacob and I watched American Idol together last night, and at one point, he said, "Mom, he's performing with some band called 'KISS' now, and boy are they weird!"
Boy did I feel old!
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And lastly, to end on a sweet note, this morning of his kindergarten graduation:
Two nights ago, Andrew, Jacob and I were all sitting together on the living room floor. Jacob grabbed a blanket and put it over the three of us. Andrew loves blankets, and said, "aw," and cuddled it, and Jacob and I smiled at each other and at the baby. Jacob said, "It's nice to share a blanket together."
I said, "Yes, it really is nice."
Jacob said, "That's one thing, Mom. Friends and brothers. They're always good for sharing."
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