A Bean’s Life

A small sample of chatter transcribed while Gavin plays with his “guys.”

Hmmm, i don’t know about this. I guess someone is going to fly off. Uncle Ryan and Daddy are going to fly off. We are going to fly off in our plane! And then… I need this guy to get in the pilot seat. But he’s not working! Mama, I need this guy to sit in the pilot seat but he’s NOT working!!

Wow! He’s gonna come back. Maybe I can ride in my tow truck. We are going to get in it too. I better get in the airplane. (Plane noises) This is our stop. He’s the driver. (More plane noises.)

On biting into a caramel-filled Easter egg, with a look of sheer disgust,

This isn’t chocolate!! There’s something oogy in it!

Stalling tactics at bedtime tonight:

G: Mama, my tummy hurts.

Me: Really, baby? Does it hurt for real?

G: (Big grin) Yes, it really hurts for real.

Me: If I read you another story will it feel better?

G: Yes, that’s going to make my feel better.

(After story)

G: It only feels a little bit better. (And so on.)

 

When pretending to take the subway:

G: Here’s our stop! It’s time to get off!

Me: What’s the name of this station?

G: It’s uh, Rocket Gavin station.

 

Phrase of the month: You/He/I/Bubby didn’t realize…

Daddy didn’t realize it’s a snipping book, but it IS!

That boy didn’t realize that I wanted the cup to be there, that’s what I wanted!

You didn’t realize that I’m going to have a snack, THEN play with toys. Silly mama.

 

After using the potty:

I pooed in the potty! Look, are you so proud of me? I pooed like an animal.

 

When Daddy is leaving for work:

Daddy, Daddy! You forgot to give me a hug and a kiss!

 

While “writing” notes in a numbers practice book:

I’m doing work. I’m doing some work like Daddy.

 

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