Let Me Confuse You

Of late, Max has taken on a very cheeky streak .
He is now 2 years and almost 5 months (short of 5 days).


Yesterday at the dinner table:

Mommy: Who wants to say "Thank You for the food"*?
Max: 1, 2, 3, (sings) Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to Gagee (just gibberish)!



Today in the car , waiting at the traffic light:

Max: Red go. Green stop.
Mommy: Max? Say it again.

He looks at me with the cheekiest look, the kind with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile that could convince the world that "blue" and "mango" are the same thing.

Max: Red go. Green stop.
Mommy: Max, say it again. Properly.
Max: Red go. Green stop.
Mommy: Arrrgh! (Fakes a growl and tickles him.)
Max: Red stop. Green go.
Mommy: Hahaha... Good boy.



The other "joke" he likes to pull is to sing the "Do-Re-Me" like this:

Max: (in great hurry) Doe, deer female deer;
Ray, dropa-gow-sun!
(Stops abruptly, melodramatic tone) What can I do now?
(Peals of Giggles from him and his brother.)


Another:

Mommy: Hey, you. What is your name?
Max: Gaggy-car.
Mommy: Huh? What is your Daddy's name?
Max: (giggles) Blubble-car.
Mommy: Oh? What is your Mommy's name?
Max: (giggles) Blubbaa-car.
Mommy: Huh? What is your koh-koh's's name?
Max: Blububbuh-gah-gah-gah- pluthhh... (splutters, showers of saliva and tonnes of giggles).




Just one more for the road:

Guess what's on his head?




His pants!


* From the playgroup we learnt a simple tune to these words:
"Thank You, Thank You God for food,
Help us, help us to be good." Amen.