In the last week or so, Bug’s vocabulary has gone through the roof. He’s always been fairly wordy (no surprise, with me as his mother), but the last few days he has been much more clear, and much more descriptive. Instead of just “truck” it is “dump truck” or “garbage truck” or even “Mater truck.” Personally, I’m a little bit sick of Mater truck, but that buck-toothed cartoon makes it so that I can use the restroom by myself for the first time in… nearly two years.
He comes up to me yesterday morning. “Mama. I wanna watch Mater truck.”
“Okay, honey, I can turn that on.” So I turned on Netflix, selected Mater’s Tall Tales, and he was happy. He was sitting on the couch, enthralled.
A moment later, “Mama, I gots a booger in my nose,” he proclaimed. He climbed off the couch and went looking for something he had hidden – turned out to be the booger sucker thingamajig – and proceeded to stick it up his nose.
But his new phrase that is cracking me up is, “Get in my mouf!” every time he wants to eat something. I can’t help it, I laugh each time he does it.