Meyer's gotten to an age where a lot of really amusing stuff comes out of his mouth. Words, I mean - not bizarrely hilarious substances. The other day we were sitting on the couch and he came running up after a nap to curl up on my lap. He started jabbering about something or another, and then said something to the effect of "Daddy - you're a GIRAFFE!"
"No, I'm not a giraffe."
"Yeah you have a long neck!"
"Well, I'm not a giraffe."
"Are you a...frog?!" No. "Are you a...lion?!" No. "Then what are you?"
"I'm a human."
Meyer looks at Jill sitting next to me and says "Oh, Mom, Daddy's a HUMAN!!" As if this were some sort of amazing surprise.
She laughed and said to him, 'What are you?"
"I'm me. I'm Meyer. I am what I am."
"No, but what ARE you?"
He thinks about it again for a second, then gets very solemn, and with perfect seriousness says, "I...am....IRONMAN."
After we all stopped laughing, Jill says "So what am I?"
Again, with perfect seriousness: "Oh, Mommy, you're a HIPPO."
Ooooooh. Walked right into that one, honey.
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