You know those irritating parents who think that their kid is so smart, so cute, the first kid ever to (insert childhood milestone that every kid routinely achieves)? Who can only talk about their kids and how fabulous they are?
Whatever. Get over it.
I've been saving up a few of my darling boy's cute-isms, just for you.
Career aspiration: Superhero.
Should you be interested, he is happy to speak at length about the powers he'll possess when he's a grownup (resistance to earthquakes, bedtimes, naps and doing things himself).
Super-creative:
When we queried Noah as to whether his creation was a flower or a cat, Noah put both hands out, in a clear demonstration of frustration and stated, "It's just art, Mama. It's just ART!"
Super-smart:
At speech therapy, he mis-identified a hexagon as an octagon. The therapist counted the six sides, and asked, "Are you sure?" Noah paused, looked thoughtful, then counted aloud, one to eight, then said, "No. That's not an octagon. Sorry. I don't know the word for that." (The assessment revealed he has the vocabulary of an average teenager.)
Super-philosophical:
Noah was expressing his irritation with having to hurry so he could get to daycare and me and Steve to work (a new thing for us), he stopped, sighed and said, "Oh well. That's the way it is. It's just a new life for us."
Isn't he super?
(Costume courtesy of 'Superhero Starter Kit' from Uncle Brian and Aunt Ann.)
