Will-isms

"Kids say the darndest things..."

I mentioned previously that I've been jotting little notes of funny things Will says and does. It's faster than a full journal entry and I'm more likely to keep up with it. So here's a sampling:

1) (July) We're eating spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. I cut up his meatball and he looked at me and said "meatball broken!" with a sad tone and expression.
2) (August) I'm pumping on the couch and Will's singing "Happy Birthday" (sounds like "Hatta Birt-day") to every animal, pet, and random object he can think of. Looks at me, then at the milk collection containers I'm holding on my chest... and sings "Hatta Birt-day Sophie's milk!"
3) Saturday morning and Will spotted some cookies on the kitchen counter.
Will: "I want a cookie!"
Me: "We don't eat cookies for breakfast. You can have one after lunch."
Will: "I want to eat lunch!"
4) Reading his "Big Brother" book and Will sees the character coloring with crayons. Points to picture and says "He's crayon-ing." :)
5) Loves to sing songs - we sing all the time. One of his favorites: "Ring aroun' da rosy... hocka-pulla-fosey".
6) Over dinner, Will's talking about various sports.
Will: "I wanna' play basketball"
Craig: "You want to play basketball?"
Will: "I wanna' play hoops!"
Craig: "Okay"
Will: "I wanna' dunk it"
Craig: "Can you really dunk it?"
Will: "No, it's broken."
Craig: "What's broken?"
Will: "My dunk-it's broken"
(LOL)
7) (This week - Tuesday night) I'm putting Sophie to bed and standing in her darkened room with the door only open about 5". I'm singing a song called "May there always be sunshine" - it was written by a guy I saw speak at a conference (Jim Gill) for children's music, movement and play. Will loves it because you encourage the child to fill in whatever they can think of that they want there to "always be". So the first verse goes:
"May there always be sunshine.
May there always be blue skies.
May there always be momma.
May there always be me."
Will was walking by and overheard me singing, so he peaked his little head in the doorway and sang "May there always be daddy. May there always be Will."
I told Craig about that later that evening and he just about melted.