First, to reflect his increasing stature, ToaM is being renamed Little-Boy-on-a-Mission (LBoaM) for purposes of the blog. Usually the “mission” is whatever Chatterer is doing or eating.
LBoaM has added several body parts and new words to his vocabulary, and he can correctly point to the body parts on himself and others. This is a little gross when it comes to “nose,” because, as most children immediately find out, the best place to put a finger is… and he’s not shy about doing it to others, either. We’re working on getting him to point to his nose instead, but it’s a work in progress. Current new words are:
head, nose, eyes, ear, tummy, bottom, leg, arm, “chugga chugga,” “all done,” “cars,” “two” (spoken after I say “one”), cracker, chicken, apples, fries and his favorite: Elmo. I’m sure there are others I can’t think of right now, but I’ll add them later.
Both MM and I had funny conversations with Chatterer the other night as he was going to sleep:
Chatterer (to MM): When I grow up to be a veterinarian, how will I get my veterinarian clothes?
MM answered in some appropriate fashion.
After this conversation, I decided Chatterer might have other questions about when he grows up to become a veterinarian, so I went back to chat with him.
Me: Do you have any other questions about being a veterinarian?
C: When will I be a veterinarian?
Me: Well, you need to go to school, and college, and then special veterinarian school. So it will be a little while yet.
C: But when will I be a veterinarian?
Me: When you’re 25.
C: Oh, ok.
Me: You might decide you want to be something else before then, too.
C: Why would I do that?
In fairness, he’s only wanted to be a veterinarian since he figured out what a veterinarian is, which was probably a year and a half ago, so the idea of being something else only occasionally crosses his mind. Usually it’s right after the fire engine visits school… then he wants to be a fireman. Until the next morning, when it’s back to being a veterinarian. Ah, to be young and that sure of oneself again.