Talking with Titus

I am not a good food or drink sharer.  I love food.  I love sharing.  I just don't love to share food.  If I share even a little bit, I quickly will have nothing to eat.  So, I have learned to keep most food and drinks to myself.  I am comfortable with being a non-sharer.
With that being said, I graciously shared some of my special secret chips with Titus the other day.  My numbers were down, because the twins were napping.  I wouldn't let him dig his little fingers into my bowl, but I did gave him several mini handfuls.  It was a nice bonding moment.  New to these chips, he asked me, "Momma, what these chips called?"(he always leaves out word here and there). I said, "These are called Fritos."  He said, with really big eyes, "These are free?"...hearing the "free" in Fritos.  I wish.

Titus started preschool last week.  He walked right in, put his telescope (a empty paper towel roll) on his "go-home" chair, and put his red communication folder on the table. Then I sent him off with a kiss on the forehead and a high-five.  He was adorable as he grabbed a seat on the "E" elephant square on the alphabet rug.  He jumped right into singing and I felt so excited for him and his new adventure.  When I picked him up an hour later, I asked him how it was.  He said, "Momma, why they have such "wittle" cups?" I said, "So that way you don't drop it."  He said, "But its so wittle, hardly no juice fits in it."

Several weeks ago, I was whipping up a big Saturday morning breakfast.  As I was cooking the scrambled eggs, Titus came over to me.  He said, "Momma, you gonna make hostages too?"  I said politlely, "What?"  He said, "You making hostages?  I want lots of hostages."  Then I realized he wanted sausages?!

He also calls his shovel, a "fudgle."

3 year olds rock.
They especially rock when they think they are the Superheroes on their underwear. Up, Up and Away!