Life With Kid A...

My 3-year-old who the other morning while he was lying beside me and playing with my hair pronounced in the squeakiest and most distraught voice you've ever heard:

"OH BOY, Mama! Somebody came and put a hole in your ear!"

The wires get crossed with Kid A, sometimes, between what he thinks he understands about adult conversation and how to be involved in it, and what he actually does understand. It makes him pretty mysterious. For example, tonight I was reading aloud to Chinua from the book Ina May's Guide to Childbirth (getting myself in the mood- thanks, Sara) and there was a pretty hilarious story about a woman who thought she had the stomach flu, didn't know she was pregnant, got in the bath, and didn't realize she was giving birth until the baby's head came out. Pretty incredible, I know. Anyways, after I finished reading this outloud, Kid A said, "That's what I just said."

Chin and I looked at each other blankly.

"What, honey?"

"What you just said, I said that already."

More blank looks.

(Chinua) "That's very strange, son."

Does he really think he said the things I just read? Or is it some weird way of joining the conversation... he thinks this is the way it's done. We'll probably never know.