Tales from the Shoebox.

I was going to post this to twitter, but I wanted to expound and 140 characters just isn’t good enough.  So a blogpost it is!

Boogermonkey, now quickly approaching three-and-one-half, has expanded his imaginative play by leaps and bounds.  At 15 months, he pushed my mother’s rolling pin along the floor, making vroom noises, like a vacuum.  I’ve twittered about his obsession with being a knight & fighting (and feeding cupcakes to) dragons.  Today, he put two knit balls on top of silicone cupcake holders and called them ice creams.  Despite being orange and turquoise, they are, apparently, lemon candy flavored.  He licked the turquoise one, making the most hilarious face as he realized mohair feels weird on the tongue.  Now he’s in his room and there are “nemmenems” on them, just like when we went to Coldstone and he got a single coated chocolate candy piece put on top of his child-sized serving of half vanilla/half chocolate.  They didn’t charge for the single candy, bless them.

He might be headstrong.  He might need to learn to keep his damned feet off his brother.  He might need to be cajoled into eating something more than goldfish crackers for lunch.  He may need to curb his tantrums, especially when something he wants is out of stock.  But for all that, he is an incredible kid and I am lucky.  That is a cliché, and I am aware of that, but it’s true.

My kid is awesome.