I always find it interesting to hear how children speak. So often they sound like their parents or other adults they hang around regularly. Sometimes the things that come out of their mouths make you realize just what you sound like – sometimes to your chagrin (or at least mine?).
This time? I just giggled.
The wee ones were – without being asked – putting away all their laundry, and they were so proud of themselves. Mister Man paused on his way to his room, his arms laden with shirts and pants he’d somehow managed to hang – properly, mind you – all on his own.
I’m really going to town* heating up the gas** now, aren’t I, Mommy! he exclaimed, then zoomed on by.
Ummm. You’ve almost got it, Buddy. I think we need a little more practice before we take that one elsewhere though.
* One of us somewhere along the line once told Mister Man that he was really “going to town” while eating something. He thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard and absolutely loves that expression. He uses it in every conceivable situation he can.
** He really meant that he was “cooking with gas” which I’ll admit is something he learned from me. Or almost learned from me, anyway.