A was the oldest by two years, so we were best buddies that whole time. He would talk all the time. Here are some gems:
“All the talk is out of my mouth” (Age 2, when he was tired of talking. I must admit, I always found him so fascinating I loved to ask him questions.)
All buildings were “houses”: the firehouse, the church house, the grocery house… and his favorite was the durpee house because we would go get slurpees there from time to time.
“I want to smoke. It looks like fun”. After several weeks of temper tantrums (he saw people smoking when we delivered Meals on Wheels together), I gave in, asked a senior for one cigarette, and let him smoke it in the garage. He was three. I told him beforehand it was nasty, he would hate it, and it wasn’t cool at all. He learned to believe me, at least for a while!
The day after his brother was home from the hospital for the first time, I found him sleeping by the crib. “Now I never have to be lonely again.”
A was four and we had recently moved from Chicago to South Carolina. I was filling out a little book with him that asked his “favorites”: color, food, movie, book, etc. which he answered appropriately. One question was “favorite thing to do”. How tough is that! He had been to the top of the Sears Tower, in planes, trains, buses, boats, ships, beaches, mountains, zoos, aquariums, snow, canoes in the Okefenokee, several times to Disney World, in a big glass walled restaurant on the top floor of a tower in Raleigh, so many experiences for a such a young child! How could he choose!
His answer was instantaneous. Without a pause he said “be with my family!” I asked doing WHAT with his family. He looked at me like he couldn’t understand my question! I reminded him of the many things he had done. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. As long as I am with my family, I don’t care what we are doing.”
Now grown, with a family of his own having lived on four continents, I am certain his answer is the same.