- It’s not a weapon, it’s a webbin. As in, “Mom, where are all my ninja webbins?”
- In a very Freudian boy-slip, any and all instructions that come with toys or games are called destructions.
- So I might have a bit of a potty mouth. I try to save the really big bombs for adult time, but every once in awhile a “dammit” slips. No worries, though, since Eli repeats it as damage. He says it with just the right intonation and exasperation as the real cuss word, though. “DAMAGE!” I dropped an M&M and now I can’t find it.”
Almost as cute are the almost-but-not-quite phrases. Perhaps you’d like to play a nice game of tics, tacs and toes with the boy?
But what really gets me are the moments when he says something totally out of left field. Elena came home after running an errand with Mike the other day and this was their conversation:
Elena: Guess what Daddy and I saw? Ducklings!!
Eli: Oh yeah? Guess what I saw … a hipster!*
Or this one, from a few months ago, when he was just beginning his obsession with ghosts and zombies. He was asking me a myriad of questions about zombies. Trying to find a way to nip this conversation in the bud I said:
Me: You know zombies aren’t real, right buddy?
Eli: You mean they’re pretend? Like God and Jesus?
Obviously we need more church and less zombies in our life. But definitely not less Eli-isms. They never fail to make my day.
* Eli doesn’t actually know what a hipster is. When asked, he said it was an animal with furry ears and a very long tail. Which kind of makes sense, since you can trap a hipster if you like.
