4 yearold Logic

Tonight as we were getting ready to head home from getting ice cream at a local farm and creamery, Little Ish and I got to talking about why he didn't want to go home. He wasn't throwing a fit, but he was just genuinely sad to have to leave.  Here is a snippet of our conversation:

Little Ish: I don't want to live in Delaware, Wilmington.  I want to stay here and live with the cows.

Me: Really? Why do you want to live with the cows?

Little Ish: Because then I could have ice cream for breakfast.

Yup, he is definitely my kid.

Q & A between the Ishes

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Big Ish: How much do you weigh?

Little Ish: Twenty-ten pounds.

Big Ish: How long are you?

Little Ish: Too long.

Big Ish: How old are you?

Little Ish: Three.

Big Ish: And what's your number?

Little Ish: Cucumber

Big Ish: What do you know?

Little Ish: Cheerio!
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Lily's Photoshoot

A couple weeks ago, Lily brought me Atticus's orange blanket and asked me to lay it out on the floor--not an unusual request for her.  She proceeded to lay on said blanket and then directed me to lay Atticus on the blanket too--not totally odd, but somewhat suspect.  She then insisted that I retrieve my camera.  The entire photoshoot was established and directed by Lily.  I was just the mom behind the camera. 

Interview with a 3 yearold

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Me: So, what's your favorite song?

Little Ish: Actually, I have 3 favorites.

Me: What are your 3 favorite songs then?

Little Ish: Blue Orchid, The Denial Twist, and The Itsy Bitsy Spider
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A Conversation Between Toddlers

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Little Ish: I'm Christopher Robin.

Liliana: No, I'm Christmas Robin!

Little Ish: Who's Christmas Robin?

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Terms of Endearment

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Big Ish: Your sister is something else.
Little Ish: She's my little pancake.
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Poetry from an Almost Three Yearold

 The following is a short conversation I had with Little Ish after his nap today.

Little Ish: The rain is tears.
Me:  The rain is tears?
Little Ish: Yes, cold tears.

He didn't offer any further explanation.

On Sainthood

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Little Ish: Is Lily a saint?
Me: One day, we hope.
Little Ish: One day I will be.
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Go Away!

As Liliana has entered toddlerdom, she has taken on a new role in Little Ish's life.  She is now interested in the toys that he plays with, and since she only has a modicum of self-control, she often just grabs toys right out of his hands while he is playing.  Little Ish has yet to figure out how to deal with this toy heisting.  His original and most frequent reaction is to get upset and tell me what has happened; he then requests that I intervene.  Impressively, he doesn't generally attempt hitting, biting, or wrestling in order to reclaim the toy.  His most recent attempt to deal with grand theft toy was largely ineffective but incredibly amusing (at least to me).  He started singing, "Go away Lily Rae. Go Away!"  to the tune of "Go Away Big Green Monster".  This in no way got Lily to give back the toy, but by the end of his singing Lily was dancing and he had forgotten about her offense.

And for those of you who have no clue what song I was referring to, here is a video of it.

The Simple Things

Here is a conversation between Ish and Little Ish after dinner tonight.
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Ish: Ferkel, are you a happy guy?
Little Ish: Yeah!
Ish: What makes you so happy?
Little Ish: Applesauce.
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Animal Sounds

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Little Ish: [Pointing to a picture of a cow] That's elephant!

Me: Actually buddy, it's a cow.

Little Ish: Cows say oink.

Me: Oh?

Little Ish: [giggles] Piggies say oink!

Me: Right! What do cows say?

Little Ish: PIRATES!

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A cute proposal

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Little Ish:Momma?

Me: Yeah, buddy?

Little Ish: Little Ish wants to marry Momma at the bank, Little Ishy.
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Babies on the Brain

Lately, Little Ish has been very intrigued by the idea of pregnancy and the concept that pregnant women are carrying babies inside of them. Here are two different conversations I have had with him this week.

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Conversation 1:

Little Ish:Momma?

Me:Yes?

Little Ish:Little Ish wants Mommy put Lily back in her baby belly, Little Ishy*. 

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Conversation 2:

Me: Good morning!

Little Ish:Momma has a baby in her belly.

Me: No, sweetie, I don't.

Little Ish: Oh! Momma has a shirt on her belly.

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* Little Ish uses Little Ishy as an intensifier in the same way someone speaking in the first person might use the pronoun  myself.