"Scott spit at school. Scott didn't listen. Teacher put Scott in time-out." (story confirmed by teacher.)
"No spitting at table. Spit in my room. Spit at table, go to time-out again." [this is the rule....that he has to go to his room to spit, where he's by himself & not spitting on anyone.]
"Spitting not nice. Can I spit outside?"
"Can I spit in carseat?"
Spitting defined as making raspberries, not expectorating.
...now that that's out of our system....
"No kisses. I'm big boy."
"Coloring in my handy dandy notebook."
"What do you do in your thinking chair? You think." (Blue's Clues thing)
[Wee One sitting on his 'thinking chair' with a baby doll in next exchange]
Papa: How many big boys are sitting in the thinking chair?
Him: (looking at doll, then himself) No. Two babies.
*Warning: mention of body parts
(Wee One & Papa are the bathtub....)
Wee One: Let's count arms: one, two arms, one two Papa arms. Let's count hannies (hands): one two, three, six. Let's count fingers: one, two, three four, five, six seven, eight, nine, ten. Yay!!! Ok, now let's count boobies....
Gotta love two-year-olds.
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