Last night while carrying Red to bed, Blue asked for me to come back and carry him, also.
Red: You not a baby, dude. You came outta mom’s belly first. Be a big boy!
Red: (to me as I’m tucking him in) He not acting like a big boy. He ‘posed to take care of Pink and I ’cause he came outta your belly first. Right? Pink and I are the babies.
Me: Bud, you and your brother are the same age. You both are big boys. Do you want to sleep in a crib like Pink and be a baby?
Red: Yep, I’ll get my pillow. Will you carry me there?
Blue: Mama, I miss ‘melling. My nose so full, I not ‘mell anymore.
Me: I’m sorry, buddy. It’s so hard when you have a clogged nose. What’s your favorite smell you miss?
Blue: Pinks hair ‘tuff you put in her hair. I miss that ‘mell. It ‘mell good.
Red: I like the oven. That always ‘mell good.
As I’m working in the kitchen, I hear Red in the other room talking to “Elfie” about Santa bringing Pink mulch for Christmas. When he walks in the kitchen…
Me: Buddy, did you tell Elfie that Pink wants mulch for Christmas?!
Red: I told him that hers only wants a wittle bit of mulch.
Red: Yeah, mom, mulch!
I continue to stare at him, not really sure where he would come up with mulch, or what he could possibly be trying to say.
Red: You know mom, that ‘tuff dad puts on the grill?!
Me: Oh! You mean charcoal! Coal…
Red: Yeah, that too. I told Elfie hers not been that bad. She only wants a wittle bit. Hers wants some dolls, not just mulch.
Me: Ok. Got it. I sure hope Elfie listens to you.
Red: Mom, where are cats and dogs and hummingbirds peepers at?