Ro: Mommy, if Opa has one of those old radios <he meant a record player>, then he must be a native American <currently synonymous for Ro with old people who were here first>.
me: ??!?
Ro: Mommy, if Opa has one of those old radios <he meant a record player>, then he must be a native American <currently synonymous for Ro with old people who were here first>.
me: ??!?
Ro: Daddy, dogs are funny. When you open the door they run away. And then they want back in after some time…. they are funny.
<Daddy nodding his head>
Ro was done eating his Spaghetti meat balls, having put away almost an adult portion. I wanted him to finish but he refused. Shortly after he’s asking about dessert.
Ro: Daddy, can I have a chocolate?
me: You haven’t finished your dinner, I thought you were full!?
Ro: Daddy, listen. I have *two* stomachs, one for food and one for dessert. The dessert one is still empty!
Lately, when we’re at home, but not in the same room as Ro, he frequently re-assures himself that we’re still around. He’s found a very heart warming way of doing so. A typical test goes like this:
<after a long time doing something on his own comes a blind call>
Ro: Daddy?!?
me: Yes, Ro?
Ro: I love you!!!
Awww.
Today Rohan and I were learning continents.
Me: What continents do you know?
Ro: What’s a continent?
Me: The big land masses on the map.
Ro: Like America?
Me: Exactly. There are two: North America and South America
Ro: …and East America.
Me: Not quite. There’s an East coast and West coast of North America, but it’s still North America.
Ro: India?
Me: Close. India is part of Asia.
Ro: …. Germany?
Me: Germany is Europe (<We lost that war. – Twice.>).
Ro: I don’t know another Co-tident?
Me: Continent. There’s Africa! What else?
Ro: I don’t know.
Me: Antarctica!!!
Ro: Is that where the ants live?
Me: <laughing>: Interestingly, this is probably the only continent without ants – (<don’t know that for a fact>)
Ro: Who do you love most, mommy?
MrsM: *YOU*, Rohan – I love you the most of all!
Ro: … and second?
MrsM: I love daddy second best <MrM: I let this slide – just this time LOL>
Ro: … and third?
MrsM: Leo. <A baby we’ve met>
Ro: Why?!?? You should love *yourself* third!
To to mommy: Mommy, why are you always mad at me?
Mommy <somewhat hesitant>: Because you’re not listening!
Ro: You shouldn’t be mad. – You should be sad!