Tyler has a way of phrasing things that makes me laugh. It started when he was tiny. About two or so he was using adjectives. He never said "yeah" or "uh-uh". It was always yes or no. He had a fascination with figuring out irregular verbs. For example he knew eat did not follow the typical pattern. He never said "eated" he "oat" his food all gone. I think I will always remember his chubby little face looking up at me "I oat it, Mama." "What?" Ty repeated, "I oat it." I was thoroughly confused, "What are you saying?"" I oat it all gone," he insisted. And it clicked. Yes, now he could go play.
Now my chubby toddler has turned into such a grown up boy who can wear my shoes. But he still has a way with words.The other night at dinner he shoveled a man sized bite of spaghetti into his mouth. Two seconds later he sighs and looks my way. "It would be nice if tomatoes were like chicken." he said. My mind switched to high gear trying to follow this logic. "You know, then you could only eat them cooked." says my salad hater.
Eating Mexican the other night he switched from ground beef enchiladas to a chicken enchilada. His eyes grew wide as he reached for his glass. After a loooong drink, he said, "Wow! That sure twangs your mouth. It's a lot spicier than the beef."
Although he may not have buzzing arms anymore (when a limb would "fall asleep"), he still keeps me smiling. Is it too much to hope that a small piece of this will last through the teen years?