I stole that theme song and gave it to my nephew, Reed(4). He's a pretty funny little kid...so I thought I'd share a few little tidbits, seeing as his mom doesn't blog...yet.
The other day we were in the car and Reed says very seriously, "My aunt Stacey called Mommy last night- she was really scared...she heard a noise!" I thought ok, so he's an eavesdropper...whatever and I smiled and made some 'oh no' comment or something. A few seconds later in an even more serious tone he added, "I think it was the Saskwatch." That was new... so I looked at him funny, and he then told me that they eat people. I tried so hard not to laugh- he was so serious! Later he asked if I'd ever seen one- No...had he? Then I got my favorite Reed response, "Nuh...Huh" ( it's means no...uh huh). Wonder where the siting took place...
About two months ago Reed was DYING to have a pet. His mom has little tolerance or practice with indoor animals, and he's not the gentle-est kid, so she was having a hard time choosing the right pet to bring home. She finally decided to take a trip to the PetSmart near our homes. They looked at 'dirty' fish, 'noisy' birds, kittens and puppies...all veto'd for one reason or another... being gross, fur, litter... blah blah. Rodents and reptiles had not even been considered. She asked an animal expert (they really call themselves that) about a good pet for a little boy...the answer- a RAT. Now, for those of you who've met my sister-in-law...this was not ok. The guy pulled one out and Reed was completely in love with the little rodent display already wanting one or the other... Steph almost threw up. The guy asked her and Reed to pet it, and she replied that she would not be handling it at any point...so he could pet it. The guy asked her how she was going to get it out of the cage...after about 5 minutes of deliberation, Steph decided to touch it. This of course was the result of some major reassuring that it was clean, and friendly. She stuck a finger out and the thing curled it lip to smell her- she SCREAMED thinking it was going in for the kill. Reed, who had wandered to another isle, heard and came running back with a bag of bird blocks and a look of terror from the scream. He asked to have a pet and the blocks... then came the ultimatum. Bird blocks, or the rat... Reed chose the blocks. So, no pet for Reed! He was happy enough with his blocks... but Steph felt bad so a few weeks later she got him a single fish. It's named Thomas.
Reed has a pretty extensive collection of cars and trains... and the crazy part is, he knows them all. Anyway he's always trying to get everyone to play with him, not wanting to share the good ones and I don't think he's left the house without a proper handful of cars. M'Adam and I kept him overnight once and when we woke him up at 8 for waffles, he yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "will you play cars wis me?" - too cute!