A Dreamy Sort of Poem

James was telling me he had a dream about picking blueberries last night.



Sung to a little diddy that he made up...

"Oh when you get married...don't do it in your underware...cause you'd look silly....and then you'd get blueberries on your underware, and then you'd be called a bluety butt."
Pause

"And that's all I've got so far Mom..."

Should I be concerned?

Ireson: "Jame! Jame! Help...scrape...me." - He needed his bowl scraped.
James: "Wow, good boy Ireson. You communicated very effectively there."
Me in my head gigglng to myself: "What the?! Sheesh...who's the communicator with your big ol' words."


Later that day...
James to Teagan: "You look like a nut!"
Teagan in disgust and yelling: "JAMES!!! You don't insult me...that's not nice you big dootie dah."
Me in my head: "What the heck have my children been reading?! The encyclopedia, grandpa's big book of insults? Come now people..honestly."

Tales of Tarzan
Upon watching the animated Tarzan with the kids...Ireson jumps up out of his seat, beats his belly and imitates Tarzan's call! His pitch and "aaaaaa's" were all over the place and it sounded a bit like he was going through puberty or something. Why the wacky 2 year old is the instigator of all things funny and nutty is beyond me! James and Teagan and I looked at each other and just lost it! Then of course they had to chime in. I guess it just fits with the whole animal safari theme.