Preface:
I have been thinking about starting a segment chonicleing my adventures with my (now age 3 1/2) son Will. Well, here it begins…
The first thing out of Will’s mouth today when he awoke was “I think perhaps the plant in my room needs some water”.
He is right! I reminded him a couple of days ago that his plant, that he lovingly named “Paxgigt” needed to be watered. The dreamworld must have sent him a reminder. Only, its now the evening and Paxgigt, theĀ air-plant, has still not received its bath!
Later in the day, as we were loading in the car after a trip to the grocery store, I sang “Never Smile At A Crocodile”. He asked me if I could pretend to be a crocodile. When I answered “yes”, he began his silly little grin with a menacing twist. – 3 year olds. – Then, after we were all loaded in the car he asked me if he could wear his gloves (he loves to wear those things both for play and for comfort). I told him that I last saw him with them in his room. He began singing his answer back to me about how he had done this and that and where the gloves were located all to the tune of “Never Smile At A Crocodile”.
Cool.

