Busy day today. WWFM III in Coquitlam, cleaning, packing, and these gems…

A: Are we going to the grocery store?

Me: No, we are going to the highway.

{We drive towards the highway, but then the GPS suggests taking the road beside the grocery store}

A: Are we going to the grocery store?

Me: No, but we’re driving by it.

{We come to a stop just outside the grocery store}

A: I’m confused. There’s the grocery store! Are we going to the grocery store?

Me: …

Later, whle cleaning his room:

A: I get knocked down! But I get up again! You ain’t never going to keep me down!

I’m not sure he can pronounce ‘Chumbawumba’, but he sure likes the song.

While walking through Central Park in Burnaby today, we came through an area where the sun was shining obliquely through the trees.

Aidan: Look Daddy, a tree rainbow!
Daddy: Yes, that’s cool, isn’t it?
Aidan: Daddy, that’s awesome!

And, indeed, it is.

A conversation this morning…

Aidan (bringing a book to me): Fire engine!

Me: Yes, Aidan, that’s a fire engine! But Daddy has to make his lunch and go to work.

Aidan (more insistent with the book): Fire engine!

Me: I’m sorry Aidan, but I have to go to work.

Aidan (looking me straight in the eye): That’s crazy.

Me: …

Aidan’s vocabulary is noticeably growing daily. In addition to “Canada” (see below) some of his favourite words now are “bus” and “truck” and “train” and “car”. I have no idea what’s with the transportation theme, but I’m sure it’s just a product of being a little boy in an urban setting. We cannot walk down the street anymore without him shouting (and pointing) “BUS!” or “TRUCK!” at each bus or truck that passes by. Every day and every night, he insists on reading a number of the train- or truck-themed books that we’ve gradually accumulated. He can even say “Ambulance”, although “Fire Truck” seems beyond him right now.

And, oh — those outings down the city streets? When he’s out of the stroller walking along with you, he might come to a complete stop, and look at you expectantly. Apparently (as taught to me by Gwen), you’re supposed to say “On your mark! Get set! Go!” to which he will scream “GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” at the top of his lungs and then race off at full speed, only to come to a stop 5 feet later and look at you expectantly again. We have no idea where he picked this up, but I can tell you that it’s behaviour that’s not limited to the street. In fact, he’s quite happy doing it in stores and malls too. Much energy this one has.