Eitan: “Mama can I ask you something?”
Mama: “Sure”
Eitan: “That man in the [other] car was lighting a candle …. in his mouth”
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Category: Thoughts
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Love is Boundless
Dada: “I love you to the edge of the universe and back, Eitan”
Eitan: “I love you to Connecticut and back! In a rainstorm!”
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Boys & Slides
Why is it that little boys attempt to climb up the slide portion of a swing set and not simply use the ladder? I posed this exact question to Eitan after spotting him doing just that:
Because it’s funny to you.
Later, when asked whether a smaller slide would solve the problem, giving Eitan a shorter ladder to climb, I received my answer.
Yes, a smaller slide like at school. As small as my finger nail!
Eitan is playing with Duplos and building a very tall tower. It suddenly falls down and Dada asks “you okay, bud?”
Eitan replies, “I’m okay, but the tower is not!”
So true!
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Conversation Topics
Mama and Dada are talking about the renovation in the car. Apparently, Eitan didn’t love this topic and yelled “Can you stop TALKING?”
We stopped talking.
Approximately three seconds later, we hear from the backseat, “Can you talk about me?”
So it’s really not the talking, just the topic wasn’t acceptable.
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Limitations
Eitan was in his car seat. Suddenly we hear him yell out “I can’t see my own nose!”
I turned around. His eyes were crossed, and his face was screwed up in concentration. Some things are just too difficult, I guess.
Eitan recently received some stickers than he really enjoyed…
I’m keeping these stickers till I don’t like trucks anymore, which is when I’m a hundred.
Stickers and trucks for life. What could be better?
One evening, Eitan delighted us with the depth of his human anatomy knowledge:
I know how bodies work. There are teeth in your tummy that go CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP… and then you can run.
Yeah, that pretty much nails it.
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New Havdalah Candle
I just put in a new Havdalah candle. During our first time using it, Eitan burst out: “The skyscraper is on fire!”
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Lots of Playing
Eitan: “When am I going to be 100?”
Mama: “In about 96 years”
Eitan: “Wow that’s a lot of playing to do!”