What better way is there to wrap up a week than to focus on the world according to Spencer? This boy, I swear. He is so insanely intuitive, and yet he’s absolutely ridiculous, as well. He speaks a mile a minute – a far cry from where we were a year ago – and 90% of what he says cracks us up. Last night, for instance, we were talking to Oma on Facetime over dinner, and he was being particularly naughty. Oma asked if he wanted an ear flick, to which he replied, “No, I’m okay.”
Three is such a funny year for us. He is so fun, and he is so challenging. He’s turning into this tiny little human, and he’s literally a sponge. He hears everything, and he just absorbs it all. It’s fantastic and terrifying, and it makes for some of the funniest conversations. I’ve also learned that arguing with Spencer is like arguing with a tiny version of myself.
So, without further ado, here are some of our latest gems when conversing with Spencer…because I literally can’t, and these need to be immortalized.
// Regarding dinner: “It smells like cat food.”
First off, what? Second, we don’t even talk about cat food, so I’m not sure where he came up with this assertion.
// Also regarding dinner: “This is yummy cat food.”
Hmmmm…thanks, I think? Also, how do you know what cat food tastes like?
// Picking him up from daycare: “Mommy! You came back for me!”
Of course I did, bud! I didn’t realize there was another option.
// Unbuckling him from his car seat first: “Mommy! You picked me!”
When he says stuff like this, it makes me think I’m putting my kids through the Hunger Games or something. Like I’ve picked my tribute.
// While Oma helps him use the bathroom: “Oma, Daddy’s got a big weenie!”
If you could have seen my mother’s face when he said this, you would have died. This isn’t the first time he’s discussed Daddy’s bits either. Ask us about the time we were boarding our plane in London.
// Looking at my scars: “Mommy, you got four boo-boos? *Counts to fourteen*”
Exactly – I mean, minus 10 of those, but exactly.
// Picking songs at night: “I freeeeelyyyy want Mickey Mouse Craphouse.”
One day we’ll learn how to say Clubhouse properly. Until that day, we’ll all sing about the craphouse together.
// Looking at the frog on the driveway: “Look! A f*cky!”
Personally, I hope this never stops.
// Getting them up in the morning: “Hi Mommy! Happy to see you again!”
There’s a funnier story behind this. When we went to South Africa for Christmas, we all shared a room, and Ryan and I did our best to sleep right up until 7. Each morning, I’d peek out of the corner of my eye to see Spencer watching me, waiting to see me open my eyes. The second he did, he’d say “Hi! Happy to see you again!” Again, I don’t know where he learned this, but it’s the best.
Honestly, these moments make mothering a three-year-old SO worth it. His funny, he’s sweet, he’s hilarious, and he’s witty without even trying. Does it get better than that?!
