It's been quite a long time since I shared one of my oddball early morning conversations with E. Years actually. Before Jude our breakfast chats were about fruits and zombies, now they are about toys. This week E passed his most beloved toy down to Jude: Optimus Prime. It's only the best Christmas gift my husband ever got, and our little dude broke it within minutes. The thing had clearly seen better days, but it still works. Jude loves playing with it and feeding it gas and oil (like it's a baby), but the best part is listening to our almost two year old try to say "Optimus Prime."
E: Jude, who is that you're playing with?
JUDE: Prime.
E: Yes, but which one? Optimus Prime. There are lots of Primes.
ME: There are?
E: (eye roll ) YES. Optimus Prime, Rodimus Prime, Megatron was a Prime and then he was Galvatron and Unicron.
ME: Did he turn into a unicorn?
E: (huge eye roll) NO. He turned into a PLANET.
ME: That doesn't make sense. If his name was Unicron he should have turned into a unicorn.
E: THAT doesn't make sense. Unicorns aren't real things. Why would he turn into something that isn't real?
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I'm only partly sure he was joking.
1 comment:
Hilarious! Eric is so funny. Was he mad that Jude broke it?
Love, Jenny C
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