Our Little Parrot

Cole is hysterical these days. He absorbs everything, and as his language skills grow, so does his ability to crack us up.

Before I realized Cole was retaining my word choices, I used to scream down to Dan from the nursery about the status of Graham's diaper as I changed him. "Eewwwwww.... runny shit," or "patty shit" (the hard rock-like kind), or "green shit," or "BIG shit."

I stopped this when Cole started to echo "BIG shit" back to me. Recently I've been trying to say "BIG Poopy" in front of Cole, but it's too late.

The other week Cole came running over to me, smelling obviously like he had just dropped a deuce, and he put his hand on his butt and informed me, "Mama, Big shit." Great. Bet that's a hit at daycare.

I tried to correct him, "Big POOPY, Cole," but it did little good.

This morning I put him on his changing table for his morning diaper change and tried to reinforce "poopy" as the appropriate term. "Okay, Cole, let's clean your POOPY."

Cole simply corrected me. "Big shit, Mama. Big SHIT."