Because My Boys Are That Way

Last night as we were snuggling on the couch, Wyatt started kissing all over my arm.
What are you doing Wyatt?
I'm kissing your sprinkles, Mommy!

A couple of days ago, Wyatt was frantically looking for one of his toys. Ethan in his most serious big brother voice: I will help you Wyatt. My eyes are bigger then yours so I can look for things better then you. (I am serious! I can't make this stuff up!)

I was taking the boys to the park on Saturday. This is not our neighborhood park, we have to drive across town and pretend we live in a different neighborhood so we can play at their park which is much bigger then ours. Ethan has always called it The Blue Park because, yes, all the toys are blue. He's creative that way.

When I told them where we were going, Ethan cheered and started chanting Blue Park, Blue Park. Wyatt joined in the chant, but didn't quite understand what Ethan was chanting or why. It became clear that he was chanting "Boo Bart" which seriously stressed Ethan out. Maybe he thought I would change my mind and not go to the park? So, again in his serious big brother voice he corrected Wyatt. And the little devil kept up the chant of Boo Bart because he's ornery that way.

So Ethan told him to sound it out and tried to teach him.

Ethan: Say it like me Wyatt. Paw Paw Paw.

Wyatt: pawpawpawpawpawpaw!

Ethan: Whoa Whoa Whoa! Ok. Now say ark ark ark.

Wyatt: arkarkarkarkarkark!

Ethan: Good!!! Now put it together. Paw-Ark. Paw-Ark. Paw-Arrrr Ummm... MOM!! How do you say it again?