Tristan-isms

tristan: whats in gum???
kat: (reading off the package) blah blah blah....i dont know. a bunch of weird stuff.

i put down the gum package not thinking anything of it. i look at him and he has a confused look on his face while slowly removing the gum from his mouth

kat: (laughing) No no no no no. it is just stuff i dont recognize . its okay to eat though.
tristan: (while giving me a suspicious look) okay.....

a few seconds later sheepishly is trying to find somewhere to put his gum.

kat: are you throwing your gum away?
tristan: umm...no

he puts the gum back in his mouth really fast but for the rest of the ride home, about 10 min, he does not chew it. just lets it sit there. it was soon forgotten though, the next day he promptly asked me for a piece of gum when i picked him up from school.
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bj: do you have a bike buddy?
tristan: no
bj:oh. do you know how to ride one?
tristan: no. but if you want to get one for me, thats okay with me you know.
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kat: go put these clothes up in your room
tristan: ahhh i cant. my legs are broken
kat: okay but if you dont finish your chores you cant watch cartoons, remember?
tristan: ummm....i can still crawl, you know.
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there are so many more but i cant remember them all right now. he is so funny. he is always saying "you know" at the end of every sentence. not as in the question "...you know???" but more like an informative "you know". i kept wondering where he got it from until i was talking to my mom the other day on the phone and heard her say it so many times. so funny what kids pick up on.

he is always asking why, which is funny in itself bc its so...cliche? i dont know. just like something off the movies. if i drink water, he wants to know why. bc im thirsty. why? bc i went running. why? bc i ate too many cookies. why? bc im a hungry girl. why? i was born that way. why?.....and really, i dont even notice most of the time....except sometimes i dont know the answer. but dont worry, i make something up real quick that sounds good ;-)

oh yea i forgot to brag. bj and i actually got the 'best parents of the year' award yesterday. so soon, i know. how did we manage? easy. yesterday during out first run-in with a FULL BLOWN kicking screaming temper tantrum, bj kindly told him if he broke anything in the car he could sleep outside with the dogs... and i called him by the wrong name. nice. trying to be stern and call him by his full name, i gracefully said "tristan (long pause to think of his middle name) LEWIS ..YOUNG! i mean INGRAM!!!".

ahhh yes. quite amazing we could do so well in such a short amount of time.