Once again, I interrupted the morning calm.
I asked the little one, "Where's your wife?"
The little one, a little over two years old, said, "My wife went out to spend money again!"
Me: "..."
How does the song from Little Dragon Man go again? This afternoon, Douzi was playing with his toys and humming. Suddenly, he lifted his shirt, pressed a little finger to his chest, and sang, "I've got so many little boobies, little boobies, but I won't tell you!" Then he put his index finger to his lips and shushed me. I was completely dumbfounded. I said, "Not boobies, secrets!" He said, "They're boobies! I'm not telling you!" A little later, he started humming another song, pulled out his little pee-pee, and sang, "The big rooster, the big rooster, gets up early, cock-a-doodle-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo~" I said, "A big rooster is the kind that crows." The little guy solemnly held his pee-pee and said, "The Wisdom Tree says the big rooster gets up early!" He swayed as he said it. I felt a thunderbolt split the sky. Kids really do have wildly imaginative worlds!
In short: A cute baby's growing-up story, lighthearted and funny.
