The recipe for Honey

We were talking about the difference between bees and wasps/hornets last night at dinner (roasting hot dogs over the fire pit in the back yard) when T decided to tell us how bees make honey ...
"They [the bees] cook them in a little pan with a spoon and they scoop them with a ladle and they put them in a jar and they give it to us and we eat it all up and then they make some more."
I kid you not, this was his awesome story about how bees make honey. I wrote it on a post it note as he was telling us.

Put it in your Pocket

What?!? You don't want me to take a video? That's a first. He did enjoy watching it over and over and over in the car the next morning though.
I hate getting the video orientation wrong. I really need to remember to rotate the phone.

I want my hat

T wanted to wear his hat this morning

Daddy, the flash is too bright:

Dream

Me: "Did you have good dreams?" T (after sleeping in my bed most of the night): "There was no dream in your bed" Me: "Was there a dream in your bed?" T: "No, there was no dream in my bed either, but yesterday there was a dream in my bed"

I want something

T got out of bed the other night sometime after 9pm, well after his bed time, and shuffled down the hall while we were relaxing, watching TV. I went to meet him in the hall and T looked at me with a smile, "I want something." I asked him what he wanted. He replied "Parmesan cheese." Chuckling, I said "ok." I picked him up and set him down on the kitchen counter while I got out the cheese and a knife. While I was cutting off a sizable chunk, T said, "I want one... two... all of them" while sticking up one, then two, and then five fingers on his outstretched hand. There was still the majority of the cheese wedge remaining which made his remark even more hysterical.

Stall Tactics

Just this week T has turned up the bed time stall tactics. Monday night I got home from acupuncture just in time to put him to bed and made the mistake of telling him I was going to eat dinner. He immediately piped up and said he wanted to eat dinner. "I want some applesauce" ... "I'm hungry" ... so I let him get out of bed and have dinner with me. Apparently he'd eaten quite a lot before I got home and was likely NOT hungry, lol. The next night when I put him to bed I did not mention food, but he said he was hungry again. I'd been there for our regular family dinner and knew he'd eaten plenty, so I quickly told him it was bed time and he complied without further comment.
Wednesday night he took his tactics to a whole new level. After his bath we spent quite a bit of time playing his favorite after bath game where he dresses up in his monster towel and sneaks up on and scares whichever parent isn't carrying him around. The Scoot, T, and I spent quite a bit of time running around the house scaring each other. Then T and I spent some time hiding under the covers in "mommy's bed" scaring the Scoot by pulling the covers back quickly or being scared by him.
Eventually we got him into his PJs and talked about reading stories and singing songs. At that point, T decided he was going to put me to bed, so I played along. He took me to my bed and "read" (mimicking many of my reading expressions) three stories for me. Then he sang a vary abbreviated version of "Edelweiss" with his pacifier in his mouth. Finally he tucked me in, handed me the pacifier and then climbed out of bed to join Daddy in the family room. He is so cute and clever! It was hard for me to burst his bubble and put him to bed. After some very brief tears and protestations we started the bedtime routine all over - this time with me reading, singing, and tucking. What will he come up with next?!?

Prune humor

Me (eating prunes): Do you want a prune?
T: No thank you.
Me: It will help you poop.
T: I don't want to poop.
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T decides to try a prune and likes it so much he eats several.
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T (a few minutes later): It didn't poop me!