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My Little Boy

Dodo has become Eitan’s “little boy”. What does that entail, you ask?

Keep wild animals away.

Make sure Dodo doesn’t get hurt.

Hold Dodo’s hand so he doesn’t run away.

Eitan
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Ball, stop!

After a fantastic round of T-ball, Eitan and Dada played a little catch. When Dada missed the ball, Eitan created a new game. Dada was ejected from the backyard. It was now only Eitan and the ball. Once the ball got rolling, we were treated to this little back and forth:

Eitan: Ball, stop!

Mama: Can it hear you?

Eitan: No. It doesn’t have a mouth.

Life lessons for us all.

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Three Bathrooms

Following construction of one of the recent block homes Eitan likes to build (and subsequently demolish), we were given a tour. The home had one bedroom, one kitchen, and THREE bathrooms. Why three, you may wonder?

One bathroom for pee.

One bathroom for poop.

One bathroom for diarrhea.

Eitan, laughing hysterically

Needless to say, “diarrhea” has become one of Eitan’s new favorite words.

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My First Joke

Today, Eitan told his first joke!

Why did the animal go inside?

To talk!

Eitan

We were sitting in our “tent” – a blanket draped over a set of chairs – when he spurt it out. Eitan proceeded to ask me to tell Dodo jokes, to which I responded with your typical “why did the chicken cross the road?” bit. When that didn’t get any laughs, Eitan tried his hand at comedy for a second time.

Why did the animal go through the wall?

I don’t know.

Eitan

This continued for a while as it seemed more and more likely that his first attempt at spoken humor had been a fluke. That is, until Dada helped him along.

Why did the animal go through the wall?

To talk to the animal coming through the roof!

Eitan & Dada

He continued to repeat that chestnut the rest of the evening.

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Truly, a wonder

We have started reading the Mercy Watson books to Eitan, and he seems to like them. Backstory: Mercy Watson is a pig. Her owners treat her as a child and frequently call her a porcine wonder. I explained to Eitan that “porcine” means “pig” but something didn’t sink in.

A couple weeks after this conversation, Eitan turns to Dodo and says “Dodo, you [are a] porcine wonder.”

Papa: “No, more like an ursine wonder!”

Eitan then insisted that Dodo truly was a porcine wonder.

Clearly, he understood the sentiment, if not the actual words.