Big Ears

Winston doesn't miss much.  This past Sunday, we were eating dinner and I said to Dave "the air is so heavy outside."  Dave Said the air is so what?"  Winston piped in "heavy daddy, heavy."  He repeats words with relative ease and, as a boy after my own heart, he often asks to go to the library.  Is he my kid or what? He does love his books--the nightime reading ritual includes reading upward of 4 or 5 books. 

One of his favorites is a book about George Washington's animals.  Dave was reading it to him a few days ago.  winston pointed at the cow's udder and said, "Daddy, 4 penises?"  Dave about died of laughter, and said, "Winston, this is not a penis, this is an udder.  Can you say udder?" Now, whenever we are changing him, Winston makes sure to clarify that he has "one penis."

Winston and I usually take a little jog/walk after work a few evenings a week. On these outings, he is in his stroller, and we usually have a running dialogue about whatever is on his mind or mine (it is usually about people, dogs, squirrels, cars, treets, flowers...whatever is in front of him). "Fire" he says when he sees a fire hydrant. I lean over to speak directly to him so he can see my mouth and my pronunciation. "It's a fire hydrant, Winston. Look at my mouth. Fire Hydrant." The look at my mouth part is something he's been hearing forever (I assume it helps him understand how to annunciate and speak clearly).

Now when he sees a fire hydrant? "Fire Hydrant Look-At-My-Mouth." Seriously. Every time.