Monday, July 16, 2012
A Plumage Play-by-Play
Nobody was reaching for it or even heading toward it, but Dylan is a bit overly concerned about certain things. Bugs. Toys Gage could choke on. [Even if the toy is a large block that Gage can't fit into his mouth, Dylan is worried about it.] And germy things.
So he springs toward the feather, carefully points at it with his toe, and says in his super speedy way (before his ADHD pills are in his system, he talks so fast that I can't even understand him sometimes), "Don'ttouchthisfeatheryouguys. It'sgermy. It'sagermyfeather."
Sadie, who HATES mornings and is extremely grumpy about having to take swimming lessons so early, muttered, "YOU'RE a germy feather..."
Dylan looked at her and said, "What does that even mean??"
It was super funny.