Logan was crying. Kora looks at him and says:
“Logan, my teacher says crying is a-noise-ing (annoying).”

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The other day Kora was coloring and Logan was playing with the little Little Tykes basketball hoop when this adorable conversation took place>

Kora: “Logan, you like playing basketball. You might grow up to be a baseball-soccer man.”

Logan: “Yeah. Maybe, Korwah.”

Kora: “I don’t want to be a baseball-soccer man. I want to be an artist.”

Logan: “Me too, Korwah. I be an artist too.”

Kora: “Logan, if you want to be an artist you have to do a great job coloring.”

Logan: “Okay, Korwah. I do good job coloring like you.”

Just a few funny things from the kids this week.

Kora keeps telling Logan, “Good eyezin’” whenever he spots something she didn’t. I’m pretty sure she means “Good eyes,” which I say sometimes and admit is a weird expression if you think about it.

The other day the kids laughed hysterically and told me the car was crooked, when we slightly bumped a curb making a turn.

Anytime Kora sees a flying insect she calls it a “bug-squito.”

Logan still calls crocodiles and alligators “croc-o-gators.”

I’m now deeming Tuesdays – Toddler Talk Tuesday here at 2 Toddlers and Me. I’ll save up all the cute and wonderous gems that spill from the kids mouths and replay them for you here on Tuesdays. I only have a couple today because this idea just hit me recently.

I’ll start today’s Toddler Talk Tuesday off with some good news. In a recent post I wrote about Kora snapping herself with a rubber band and yelling “I’ve been shot!” This was obviously much funnier in person because others were more concerned about my 3-year-old making a gun reference than finding the humor in the way she said it – I blame my delivery.

Anyway, today we were at the indoor jungle gym at our local rec center where I work out. I don’t know what I would do without this jungle gym in the winter, it’s a wonderful way for the kids to burn off energy in those cold, snowy months. Anyway, the slides are made of plastic and after sliding down one today Kora stood up, held out her hand and yelled “I’ve been shot!”

Again.

Not happy about this and wanting to get to the bottom of it, I immediately called her over and asked her to repeat herself. She said, “I been shocked!” After having her repeat it ten more times just to confirm what she was saying, I sat back in relief.

The contrast of the plastic slides and the dryness of the gym air creates enormous amounts of static electricity. Kora’s hair is always standing on end and you can hear the slide “shocking” the kids as they hop off. I have no idea know why the static electricity doesn’t normally bother them, it always sounds painful. They almost never notice it, even when the air is constantly crackling as each of them climb down off the slide.

This time the slide must have gotten Kora good, so she yelled out that she had been “shocked.” And after thinking about it, I realized that snapping yourself with a rubber band does feel a bit like a static shock. I’m so glad to know that I can take the gun reference and concern off the table.

This was a good mom lesson for me: I should actually try listening to my kids sometimes, it might cause a lot less stress if I actually heard what they were saying.

We a had a similar incident recently where I wasn’t listening well and Kora was saying “diving” and I thought she was saying “dying.” Between that and the “shot” story I was getting myself tied up in knots about the things she was picking up at preschool. Thankfully Dave was there and heard her correctly. So it’s official, I’ve got to order myself some new ears.

Kora did say something cute and much more toddler-like yesterday. She was upset with Logan for not sharing and she was getting frustrated. She was frowning and her hands were clenched and I could see the wheels in her head turning, looking for the right thing to say at that moment. This is what she came up with:

“Ohhhh. My chinny, chin, chin!”
(imagine the perfect foot stomp for emphasis)

I think it was her equivalent to swearing.

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Just wanted to show of a few photos today too. It was slightly warmer today. 60 degrees when we left the house this morning. I was thrilled because it meant the kids could wear their vests. Vest season is always so short that we had to take advantage of it.

Kora’s came from her Nonna (Grandma) who stumbled across it at Cracker Barrel of all places. And she found an unbelievable deal on it. Logan’s came from consignment shopping, I think it’s one of the cutest outfits he has. I find it so difficult to find cute boys’ clothes.

They both love their vests and thought that coats without sleeves were the greatest invention ever. They wore them to the gym today and made sure all of the daycare ladies took note and complimented them.

Yesterday Kora was playing with a rubber band (bad idea by the way) and she snapped herself with it. She winced, started crying, and yelled, “Oooooh, I’ve been shot!”

I have no idea where she learned that from and I’m slightly concerned that she put it in the correct context. At the time it was hysterical. It was so unexpected, it cracked me up.