Zander recently picked up the word secret from watching an episode of Backyardigans…i think. anyway, he’s been using it as often as he can, even though he doesn’t exactly know what it means yet. which, of course, makes it that much more entertaining.
the other night we were sitting at the dinner table. Zander was done eating what was on his plate and, as usual, had dragged his chair over to sit beside daddy.
Zander: daddy! i ha’ a secret!
hubby: you have a secret? wow!
Zander: ya! Zan’er ha’ a secret!
hubby: what’s your secret, Zander?
suddenly hubby’s face twists into a look of horror.
sure enough, Zander’s diaper was full of….his secret. i was laughing my head off…of course, i wasn’t close enough to smell this secret of Zander’s…unlike my poor hubby.
yesterday morning, Zander was sitting beside me on the couch. all of a sudden he jumped up to stand on the couch and stared down at me.
Zander: mommy! i ha’ a secret!
me: you do? what is it?
Zander: a secret mommy! Zan’er ha’ a secret!
me: wow, Zander! can you tell mommy what your secret is?
Zander: a snowball….WATCH OUT!
then he flopped down on the couch and rolled around laughing. silly monkey.
later that morning, i was in the kitchen playing on the floor with Logan. Zander ran in all upset.
Zander: mommy….i ha’ a poop in a diaper…and i’ not a secret!
man, this kid makes me laugh.