I went to visit my brother's family for Easter. He has four kids, and they are a blast. They are also the biggest bunch of posers ever, which is great for my photography hobby. The youngest, about 18 months, was hilarious. When he saw me taking his picture, he'd squint his eyes and smile. I have no idea why or where he got it from, but it was pretty funny.
The older kids wanted me to jump on the trampoline with them. The three-year old gets nervous when the bigger kids jump to high, and at one point, her brother was getting too excited for her. She said, "Aunt Elise, um, the Boy is jumping too high." I found this odd, but she referred to her brother as "the Boy" a couple more times. When I asked her parents about it, they said, "Oh, yeah. That's what she calls him. He's the Boy and her younger brother is the Fella." She definitely knows their actual names and how to pronounce them, because I did hear her use them. She just prefers to call them "Boy" and "Fella". And it's not that she doesn't like them. She got very upset when we were getting ready to go somewhere and she couldn't find the Boy.
One of the afternoons that I was there, my older niece (8) was playing with her dolls, and Belle was marrying Spiderman (there is a shortage of male dolls in their house). I was kind of listening when I heard her pronounce them what sounded like "waffle-y wedded" husband and wife. I even asked her to say it again, and I'm 80% sure that she did indeed say waffle-y wedded (It's a very subtle difference, and even looking dead at her while she said it, I could have been mistaken). Which, quite frankly, sounds delicious. I am now seriously considering having a waffle-y wedded reception should I ever get married.
Life doesn't get much better than kids.
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