Max Poetic

Toddlers are clever, observant, and can typically form fairly coherent sentences. This makes for some interesting interactions.

Wax Poetic: To speak poetically.

Max Poetic: To speak Maxically.

 

It’s 9 p.m. and Max is still awake and fussing in his room:

Me: Max, it’s way past bedtime. What do you want?

Max: I want Christmas.

Me too kid. We sang Jingle Bells and that seemed to do the trick.

 

Max fears the pool vacuum and calls it a robot. Upon noticing the solar pool cover:

Max: Is that the robot blanket?

 

We have this incredibly obnoxious and poorly written book about a puppy looking for his ball. Of course, Max loves it and there is no way in hell we will ever be allowed to part with it. At times, I’ll quote the book to entice Max to complete a task, i.e. getting out of bed.

Me: “Time to wake up and play outside puppy!” Are you my puppy?

Max: No, I’m a dolphin.

 

Also upon waking, I’ll ask him how he slept and if he had any dreams. This is a typical exchange:

Me: What did you dream about last night?

Max: Coconuts.

 

We’ve been working on potty training with Max, so he’s been fascinated by biofunctions as of late…

Max: *Making burping noises while simultaneously playing with his pee-hole to make it open and close.*

Me: Max, please don’t play with your penis on the potty.

Max: Penis needs to burp!

 

 

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