Tuesday, December 2, 2008

From the Mouths of Babes

As Bry becomes more fluent with the whole idea of communicating via the English language (as opposed to via mostly incoherent wails and shrieks), his statements are getting longer, funnier, and at times, more startling, in the where does this kid get so much verbal energy from sense. Cases in point:

Bryson requesting a very particular kind of story: "Mama, tell you a story!" (He's still not so into the personal pronouns.) Mama's response: "OK. Once upon a time there was a little boy named Bryson...." Bryson's interjection: "No. Once upon a time there was red dump truck, please." At least his sense of politeness seems to be developing.

Bryson requesting to be held while daddy is cooking, so as to be as close to the action as possible: "Daddy hold you!" (Again with the personal pronouns.) "See what's going on!"

Bryson exclaiming the virtues of whatever decision he's just made: "Bryson put big fire truck right here. That's a good idea!"

Bryson telling a "joke:" "Hmm. Where's blue dump truck? Over there (pointing in a random direction)? Nope (dissolving into giggles)!"

Bryson telling another joke: "Fork for mama (holding out the fork in mama's direction)! For Bryson (pulling it back to his chest)! Bryson being tricky!"

Bryson correcting his father's knowledge of trucks: Steve (bubbling with excitement): "Bry, look at the excavator!" Bry (very chill): "That's a backhoe loader." Crikey.

Bryson on Baby Beluga: "Baby Beluga in deep blue sea. Swim so wild, swim so free. Heaven above and sea below. And little white whale on the go!" His memory for song lyrics is better than his father's.

Bryson narrating every moment of his waking existence: "This blue semi truck has doors. This blue semi truck not has doors. Bryson drive two blue semi trucks! Over there! By loader and dump truck! Excavator dig dirt and dump in dump truck! Big pile dirt in dump truck! And concrete! And rocks! Mama drive bulldozer. Daddy drive garbage truck and street sweeper and armored car. And..."

I once philosophized to Steve about what goes on in Bryson's head all day long. Steve's response: "I'm pretty sure he's saying everything he's thinking." He's got a point.

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