I am currently living in Lexington with my husband (Bre) and my son (Mr. Power).
At a light at a construction site, Mr. Power pointed at a port-a-potty and said “it’s Dr. Who’s house.”
No matter what the question these days the answer is ” I like orange” or “orange” or some variation of such. I feel as though my life is an absurdist play.
Things I’ve heard from my two year old when I’m taking him to daycare.
1. “Not this way, go the other way”
2. “Pass it” (it being whatever he wants to see be it motorcycle or truck)
3. “Go mommy” (I explained if the light is red I have to wait so now I get “geen mommy, go!)
4. “Drive fast”
5. And no matter where we are going there is the ever hopeful “doughnuts?”