I now say all kinds of things that would never, ever have occurred to me.
Like, "We have to put on clothes if we're going to go outside. Everyone wears clothes outside."
And, "Wow, what a big poo! Good job!"
Also, "Look what I have for you! A BIG spatula!"
And, "We don't drive cars on the food, remember? We can park our cars next to the plate, but no driving on the food."
That one I say all the time. Jordan tends to eat more if he can have his cars with him. The cars, they go everywhere. He almost always has at least two clutched in his little hands.
In Charlottesville, Nick kept putting on his shoes and then wincing and saying, "OW!" Because he'd stepped into a car.
I didn't fess up to it at the time, but it was my fault. Because Jordan kept trying to park his cars in his little crocs or in my sneakers and then they'd get stuck and he'd scream.
So I started saying, "Jordan's shoes are too small. Mama's shoes are too small. We park the cars in Daddy's shoes." I probably said this 54 times an hour.
Uh, sorry Nick.