direct and to the point

Andy and I were playing in his bedroom. He often likes to empty his hamper of dirty clothing and climb in for a game of Where's Andy. He jumps down and hides and then loudly announces, "I'm hiding!" And of course I wonder aloud where he is and he pops up into sight quite proud of himself.

Except on the 7th cycle of the Where's Andy game he never popped up. So I said over and over, "Gee, where's my Andy? I wonder where he is."

And he said, from the depths of his hamper, "Mommy, can you stop talking?"

shawn's favorite word resurfaces

Andy: Mommy, last night I had a dream about deers.

Me: You had a dream about deer?

Andy: Yeah. They were in my bed. They were watching me.

Me: What did you say to them?

Andy: I said, "Get out of my bed you old schmuck deers."

confused, i think

This morning we're sitting on the couch watching cartoons. I am not really paying much attention to the television, but I do hear the current show come to a close.

Andy says: I want to watch more pee and poo Mommy!

Huh? You want to watch what, Andy?

He points to the to the television, where I see "The Adventures of Tigger and Pooh" credits rolling.

Ooooooh. I should have known. At least he's thinking in potty terms. That's progress!