Oh Nic, my first born, my life! I love my three year old Nicolas; he is a very good and kind person.
But...he has a mouth on him!!! lol As a baby he was so serious. He would study everything, and he never tried something until he knew he had mastered it. Then he turned two and started talking.
Here are a few of the things that have come out of his mouth:
-"mommy I wasn't talking to you I was talking to those humans over there." Humans being a passerby at the beach.
- to a little girl at a play group "if you don't share that with me I'm going to get mad."
- "Matty and myself are really feeling tvish today."
- me, "are you trying to goat me into an argument?" Nic, "yes mommy it's a game called sass mouth."
-the paw broke off an old ceramic dog, "oh it's a dire wolf paw. I'd better go categorize it."
-One night as I as lay Nic down to sleep he told me that he didn't want to have any more dreams. I asked him why. He said, "I had a scary dream." After I explained about nightmares and dreams and how they are not real and can't hurt him I asked him what the dream was about. Nic replied with one wild story. "we was in Alaska and there was a grizzly bear and he he pooped in the snow. And I can't tell you the rest it's too scary." Poor kid!