Of all the words that my three-year old could pick to repeat at random moments throughout his day, this one is perhaps the funniest.
"Bird poot!" Of late, I hear it about ten or fifteen times every day, always when it seems least logical and least expected.
Where, exactly, did my son come up with this phrase? Two weeks ago, when we went to visit Grandma and Pa at the lake, my truck got a little dirty sitting out in their driveway. Apparently they have some birds at their house who like to look at themselves, because my dad tells me his trucks get dirty too, right underneath the side view mirrors. So while playing in their driveway those few days, Connor could not help but point out that
"Mommy's truck dirty! Yucky bird poot!" Said "poot" has long since been washed off, but apparently the image remains with my three-year old.
Wouldn't you love to know how their little minds work? Is he imagining going back the lake, where he had a good time? Is he wanting to go for a ride in Mommy's truck and remembering it's dirty? Is he just fascinated since we're in the middle of (and not very successfully at the moment) trying to potty train? Or is it just fun to say, because Mommy is always exasperated when he says it in public? Only he knows. Good times, here in the world of little people.
