isaac has been pretty much cracking me up lately. due to his grasp of the english language and his little independent self, some funny conversations arise…
conversation number 1:
background: isaac is pretty much potty trained. the only time he ever has an accident is when he’s in the basement playing with his trains. and it’s always #2. a few weeks ago, he was playing away and i heard him come running up the stairs and he announced he was peeing. sometimes, he fails to put his underwear back on, and only puts his pants back on. he heads back down to play with trains… here is where our story begins…
isaac: i Poooooo-ooOOOooOo–ooooppppped!
me: get up here RIGHT now!
isaac: i can’t. i need you to come carry me!
i get downstairs and realize that he had, in fact, not put underwear back on and did, in fact, go #2. with nothing to catch said #2, it had made it’s way down his pant legs and onto the floor and he didn’t want to move because it would touch his legs. i can’t blame him. i ran down, scooped him up, and started up the stairs, ranting yosemite sam style.
me: i’m really tired of you going potty in your pants in the basement. if you can’t come upstairs to use the potty, then maybe you shouldn’t play with your trains down here for awhile. no more trains today. you’re big enough… you know better… (and so on).
isaac (cuts me off): MOM! quit making that TERRIBLE noise!!
i had to exercise my best restraint to not laugh. i don’t think he knows a word for yelling, but that was the closest he could get. a terrible noise.
conversation number 2:
background: i’m on the phone with his doctor’s office about flu shots. he’s (again) in the potty. and starts screaming…
me: what’s wrong?
isaac: my underwear is stuck in my butt!!
lady on the phone: well, no one likes when that happens.
another unknown term identified: the wedgie.
i thought i had another tale to tell, but it escapes me at the moment. feel free to remind me in the comments, if you’ve heard one lately….