Out of the mouth of babes

Rory: Daddy, look! I got a big fat belly just like yours!

Must remember this during the next tantrum

2 April in the park, Rory looks at me and says: I love you and daddy.

Later that day he climbed across the sofa to give each of us a sweet little kiss.

This poor child who struggles so much with anxiety and anger and impulse control can be so incredibly sweet.

I'd like to visit that toyshop

Mummy: Rory, honey, stop playing with your w*lly.

Rory: But it's a toy!

Mummy: It's not a toy; it's a body part.

[PAUSE]

Rory: It's a betend toy.

Lessons in Anthropomorphism

Daddy: (To cat) How's it going, Bubba?

Daddy: (Speaking as cat) Well, now, I gotta tell ya, my fur's a mess, I'm hungry, I'm....

Rory: (interrupting Daddy speaking as cat) Daddy, that's a cat. He not talking to you.

Breakfast Greetings

Me: OK, Rory, here's your toast and jam.

Rory: Toast and jam! Toast and jam! Helloooo, Jammy!!

Later...

Daddy: C'mon, Rory, chop chop, we're late.

Rory: Hey...! That's WEALLY WUDE!

Italian Lesson

Spaghetti Bolognese in Roryspeak:

Spaghetti Bolo Ayyyze

Cars

Cars are a biiiig favourite around here right now. Having only recently learned to distinguish Roary the Racing Car from Lightning McQueen, Rory now delights in talking about both of them.

I take even more delight in the fact that he pronounces Lightning McQueen and Likindaqueen. Smiles all around.