Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Dylan is in the very cute habit of using similes to express how he is feeling. If he's cold, he doesn't say, "I'm cold." He says, "Mommy, I feel like an ice cube." If he feels hot, he doesn't say, "I'm hot." He says, "Mommy, I feel like lava." It's always lava with him. Not an oven, or the desert. Lava. It's definitely his most-used simile. Something that made my heart break for him was when, a couple of weeks ago, he cut his head open on the corner of his dresser when he was quickly reaching for a toy and not paying attention to where his head was going. Huge crocodile tears pouring down his cheeks, he wailed, "That felt like a hammer." Awwwwww.... poor kid.