
on saturday afternoon after i realized i didn't remember ethan ever going potty in the morning-
me: ethan, are you still wearing your diaper? (he wears one at night still)
ethan: no.
me: oh, did you put on your underpants?
ethan: no, i'm going commando.
huh? where do you think he learned what "going commando" means? i blame the teenagers.
while smelling candles at target the other day-
ethan: oooo, mom smell this one.
me: oh that's nice, it's cinnamon.
(ethan smells the candle again looking confused)
ethan: no it's not, it's hot tamales.
the other day in the car-
ethan: is it my birthday yet?
me: not yet, not until after halloween.
ethan: how about now?
me: no.
ethan: how about now?
me: no.
ethan: how about now?
me: no.
two days later...
ethan: is it my birthday yet?
me: no, not yet, it's not until after halloween.
ethan: (throwing his arms up exhasperated) but it's been dark TWO TIMES!
repeat this conversation at least three times every day since then, you get the picture. i'm remembering a time about 18 months or so ago, when the doctor requested some testing for autism because he wasn't even using one syllable. not so much a concern these days.