a few stories

A few more stories about the G-man. Now that he's talking so much, it seems like we have a never ending supply of funny bits.

I have a wooden box on my dresser than I keep the buttons that fall off of sweaters and shirts, or the extra ones stapled to the inside. It also contains other random things, like old keys and a few coins. Gavin discovered this box recently and promptly dumped the contents onto the floor. He squealed in delight, and within nanoseconds was on the floor going through the treasures. Soon he declared he was playing a game. Ever since, he sees the box on the dresser and wants to play his game.

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The other night on our walk, we passed a few kids playing hide and go seek. Gavin watched with rapt attention. He was out of the stroller, pushing it (as is his wont - nay, his demand - these days), and he stopped cold, watching. He saw them count, hide, seek, all the while sidling himself ever so closer to their game. The "It" girl once sat on the curb near him and put her head on her knees to hide her eyes and counted. Gavin marched right over and sat down beside her on the curb and put his head on his knees too, peeking over at her to make sure he was doing it right.

Then, a couple mornings later, as he was nursing away in his pre-dawn nurse-a-thon, he suddenly rolled away from me, then sat up and said, "One, two, five... Here I come!" Then he went back to nursing.

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In the car on the way to Meijer over the weekend, Gavin was chanting "Going at Meijer!" (he talks about going AT places, not TO them). Jason said, "Yep, we're going TO Meijer." Silence for a few seconds, then Gavin says, "No, going at ONE Meijer."

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The other night we were outside playing and had some potato chips. One got stepped on. I was sitting by it and noticed an ant carrying off a piece and pointed it out to him. He squatted and watched for a moment, then his face slowly started to crumple. "Back!" he screamed, crying. "Get it back!" I explained the ant was going to eat it because he was hungry. Still he cried and demanded I get the chip back, so upset - angry? heartbroken? afraid? I have no idea, it seemed like a bit of all three. I rescued the chip. Poor ant. Poor kid.

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For several months, Gavin and I have periodically played a scowling game. He scowls at me while simultaneously stifling a grin. I scowl back with a bit of a smile. He laughs. He likes it, for some reason. Then he points to my wrinkled up forehead and asks about it. I tell him it's my brow and I'm furrowing it at him.

Yesterday I was quite unhappy with him over something and was standing there with a serious furrow to my brow. Gavin was shifting uncomfortably, clearly knowing he had messed up badly. He looked up at me, then away, then up at me, then away. The third time he looked up, he kind of stomped his foot half-heartedly and said, "Stop browing at me!"

Which instantly erased said furrow from my brow. It was all I could do not to laugh at his newly discovered neologistic talents.

Posted by allison at June 26, 2006 10:28 PM