Literally Speaking

Boogie takes everything literally. He always has. He has a vocabulary of a child twice his age and uses his words properly in his every day speaking. When he hears a word he doesn't know, he asks what it means. Other times, he hears a word and "knows" it's wrong, and corrects us.

A couple years back, he may have been three, Boog came into the bathroom where I was leaning into the mirror, trying to get an eyelash (or something) out of my eye. He asked what I was doing and I told him "Mommy has something in her eye." He asked "Does it hurt?" I said, "Not really, it's just irritating." He said "Don't you mean eye-itating?" Thus began this literal thinking of my child.

Around the same time we were on our way to Sam's club for some shopping when Boog announced that he had to poop. My hubby told him to just "hold his cheeks" and we would be there soon. We heard Boog mumble something about "Why will this work?" We turned around and saw this:




He was holding his cheeks. This made me spit the coffee I had just sipped all over the front window, which did not please Boog (or Hubby) at all. But we made it to the store on time.



I wasn't surprised, the other day, when we took him for a hair cut. He was looking through a book of styles and liked one of a kid with a little longer, straight hair. Boog's hair is naturally wavy, so his dad said "I think Miss Rachel (the girl who cuts their hair) could pull that off." Boog just looked at him and said "Never mind." I immediately knew what his concern was but it took Dad a few to catch up. "So you don't want Miss Rachel to do your hair like this?" "No, Dad. I would rather she cut my hair like always, not pull it off."

That kid cracks me up!