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!
Category: Thoughts
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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!”
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Never Been to a Wedding
I was cleaning out a closet and came across the glass Rich broke at our wedding. I showed it to Eitan.
Mama: “Eitan, this is the glass Dada broke at our wedding!”
Eitan: “On no!”
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How to Open a Snack
Now you’re getting the hang of it, Nana!
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Ice Cream Recipe
Mama: “So how do you make ice cream?”
Eitan: “First you cut up apple and banana real small and mix them up. mix mix mix. then you mush them down and mix.” *accompanied by hand motions of mixing*
Mama: “What next?”
Eitan: “Add cold flavor”
Mama: “Mmm, that sounds yummy. Then what?”
Eitan: “Flour?”
Mama: “You mean sugar?”
Eitan: “Yes, sugar”