Zane says some of the *bleep*est things.
So Mum's out of the house, so we all went to the mall. That's what children do when their parents are away, right? That or throw parties. And that requires cleaning up. So mall it was. We found stupidly cheap toys for the kids to spend their Christmas money on, and i took a pretty good picture of Houston on the carousel. And i was carrying two whole bags through the mall. I felt like such a consumerist. Gross.
Oh yeah; Zane saying things. Well, he's always had a potty mouth. Shirt, fox, and bridge have sounded pretty much exactly like, well, the expletives which start with those letters... and then recently he's become enamored with telling jokes. He loves it. He'll be happily playing, and wander over next to me, put his hands on my arm, and start talking. Sometimes it's "Know what? Love... You." or "I... Idea!" Usually it's jokes, the thing is, he's got the "Knock knock" part down (one time accompanied by the most adorable hand motion) and the "...chicken... road?" part. But when he comes to the punchline, if he hasn't thought of anything, he'll say "Eat me." Eat me? Um... rude?
That is cute!
HAPPY NEW YEAR BRO AND SIS-N-LAW, kids too!
-- jj - 31 December '08 - 16:26