JP, trying to get a mini keg of Newcastle off the counter: Ohhh thaaaat's?
Me: That's Dad's beer. You don't want it.
JP: Ohhhh I want it!
Me: No, it's for grown-ups. It kind of tastes like pee.
JP: Ohhh I want pee!
Me: No you don't...
JP: I like pee! I want to drink beer that's made of pee! I want to drink veggie beer.
And now John Paul is reading this aloud while I type, so Cecilia is chanting, "I wike pee! I wike pee!!!"
Reminds me of the time I told him brownies were poop... "OH I WANT POOP! I WANT A WITTLE PIECE OF POOP! I WIKE POOP!!!"
JP, pretending to give himself communion during a quiet part of Mass: Body of Chwist. Amen. I'm eating BLOOD!!!
JP, kissing Elizabeth's ear: MMMMMMMmmmm baby!!! ... Yum! Baby! It tastes good! Spicy baby. Sweet baby!!! Candy baby!
JP, finishing his pizza: Peppers and onions taste good together!
Me: I know, I really like them.
JP, excitedly: I like them TOO!!!
Okay, this may seem boring, but he actually initiated a conversation that wasn't about numbers, or rhyming words, or Latin. I think we're getting closer to normal here!
And did I ever tell you that sometimes the big kids run around chanting, "Catechism of the Catholic Church" over and over? And sometimes they get silly and start chanting, "Ca-te-chi-sm of the MUF. FIN. CHURCH!" (quarter rest, 6 8th notes, 3 quarters and a quarter rest, if you were wondering. 2-and-3-and-4-and 1 2 3!) Think that puts him out of the running for Pope after this next one?