Where Does The President Live?

"Daddy, where does the president of the United States live?" asked our four year old from the back seat.

Giving an answer that put it into a context he could understand, I replied, "He lives in Washington, D.C., close to where the Washington Nationals play in their ballpark."

"Barack Obama lives there, too," he observed.

"Well, Barack Obama is the president of the United States," I clarified.

"Does he live in his own house?"

"No, he lives in a house, called the White House, where all the presidents live. Where did you hear about all this?"

"I don't know."

The Mommy/Daddy Distinction

Our two year old distinguishes between mommy and daddy's things as often as he can. He'll exclaim, "Mommy's car!", followed by, "Daddy's car!", repeating this several times. He says, "Mommy's clock!", and "Daddy's clock!", etc., for our clock radios on each night stand. Hats, shoes, chairs at the table.

Orange, Orange, Yellow

Every small child learns one color first. Our two year old has started learning his colors. Yellow was his first a couple of weeks ago and now he's learned red and black. Our oldest and second learned orange first. Orange, orange, yellow.

Oygurt, Yoigwit and Yogeet

Oygurt, yoigwit and yogeet are the three names our little ones have used for yogurt as toddlers. Our oldest used yogeet, and we remember how funny that was. Now his brothers have matched him for pronunciation.

Micro Brewers

Cross posted at From the Bleachers.

The Giants single A team in San Jose is called the Giants, after the parent club. The team is known as the "Little Giants." Well, if you apply this logic to the Brewers team, and Mrs. Scott did, a Brewers minor league team can be known as the "Micro Brewers." Good thinking, Mrs. Scott!

Daddy's Cookies

Each of my children have used the same term to label something I like. They use "daddy's cookies." Those would be Trader Joe's triple ginger snaps. They like them, too.

Four Minutes Till Ten

Last night we had a family night out, and were out later than usual. Mrs. Scott admonished us all, "Everybody sleep in until ten o'clock tomorrow!" At 9:56 this morning, our two year old came in and asked for a "bar," a granola bar. Pretty close timing.

M Tiwce

Our two year old calls M&M's, "Emm." So Mrs. Scott and I tried to get him to say "M&M." "Emm," he kept replying. We laughed. So Mrs. Scott said, "Say emm twice." "Emm twice." Okay, nevermind.

Be Quiet Or I'll Die

With his brothers and next door neighbor in his room, our seven year old was exclaiming, "Hey, guys, be quiet or I'll die!" Afterward we understood that he meant that his guy would die on the video game because they were distracting him.