Kids Say

These things are just piling up! I'm sure there will be even more as Emilia starts talking and communicating in larger, clearer sentences. 

Learning to write his name <3

Grandpa hands Dom a magazine: Can you bring this to your dad?
D: that dad? *Pointing at Dave*

Me: Dom, I'm gonna put some undies on ya?
D: AUNTY SONYA?! 

D: Chip and Dale and big nuts!

Dom got a scrape so I asked if it was feeling better. 
D: Ya, it's okay. The blood plates came to make it better.
(I explained to him earlier that week what platelets are)

D (out of nowhere): Opa is soooooooooooo funny. With hims loud farts.

Trying very hard to get fruit snacks.
D: I need a fruit snack in my esophagus to give me energy to clean my room. That's what I really need.

My parents are watching the kids for a night and Opa is sitting between them reading a book. 
D: Oh Opa. You have such a big tummy.

Leaving Dom for quiet time.
Me: Alright, have fun, I love you!
D: I love you, Captain Mommy!

Overheard in Dom's room: 
D: Ya Emilia! You got it Pontiac!

D: Mommy how do we make Chad (our neighbour) feel sad?
Me: What?
D: Chad is feeling sad... about cookies. Like the cookie monster

D: I had a hot fart. I felt it.

D calls me during quiet time so I go in.
D: Hey mommy, what's your plan?
Me: My plan? I dunno. i'd like to rest.
D: Ah. Maybe you can rest on the couch. or maybe you could do some yoga?

Me: Whew! Mommy's tired!
D: Ya, from all that walking and strolling at the zoo!

Dom is colouring.
Me: Dom, that's really good colouring!
D (without looking up): Ya. I am very impressive.

Walking at Tynehead and Dom has his sloth between his legs.
Me: Dom, do you have to pee?
D: No, I just have my sloth on mines penis.
Boys...

I bring Dom his sloth stuffy.
D: SLOTHERSON!

Dom playing with little Lego for the first time.
Me: Wow Dom, I like how you're making that space ship!
D: No talking Mommy, I'm trying to concentrate.

D: There was a big bubble at my bum, and then a big fart.

D: My fart tickled

D: Sherlock came up and he didn't know what I was doing in the bathroom!

D (whenever he's hungry): My stomach is grumbling for fruit snacks. No, it's not grumbling for apple. It's just grumbling for fruit snacks. 

D every morning while still in bed (we try not to get him til 7): MY STOMACH IS GRUMBLING! THE LITTLE HAND IS ON THE 6 AND THE BIG HAND IS ON THE 7! THE LITTLE HAND IS ON THE 6 AND THE BIG HAND IS ON THE 8! (etc. etc.)

D playing cloud dough: The poop and pee gets mixed up by oxygen, and comes right out our penis and bums. And then it brings oxygen all the way back to our lungs. 

Me: Would you rather be able to see really well, or have really good ears?
D: I'd rather have lots of food in my stomach.

Me: Emilia, good job with your dinner!
D: Did she DEVOUR it?!

Emilia: Bettas ertday!
D: Rebecca's birthday!
Me: Ya! It's Rebecca's birthday next week! Do you think she'll have a party?
D: Ya. she'll be super stoked

D ate his dinner quickly: Mommy, can I have more noodles? I crushed those!