And he’s identified himself. Sometimes he’ll say “Sim,” but most often, he calls himself “Fim.” Darn cute.
Sometimes his talking is more annoying, though. Today he was standing on his stool, watching me cook. He loves to do that. He likes helping more, of course, but if it’s something he can’t help with, he watches and pulls kitchen utensils out of drawers. He got an avocado.
Sim: Cado! Cado!
Me: Avocado, that’s right. We had some at lunch, but we’re not having them right now.
Sim: Uh-oh! [He said that because it slipped from his hand and landed with a resounding thunk! on the floor.]
Me: [retrieving the avocado] Darn! [Having put the avocado farther away, I went back to food prep.]
Sim: Ready! Set!
Me: Thinking: Oh, how cute! I’ve never heard him say that. I wonder what he’s --
Sim: GO! [Another resounding thunk! as a different avocado hits the floor.]
Me: NO thank you, Simeon! [Removing the next avocado from his grasp so that he won’t repeat the fun] We don’t throw avocados on the floor! [Which just goes to show that parents say the most obvious and bizarre things on a regular basis. Is there any other conversation in which that might be an appropriate thing to say? I think not.]
After that episode, I removed all the avocados from Sim’s reach, much to his consternation.
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