Do you ever like something, but have no clue why you like it?
Around Halloween last year, B randomly started using the word ‘favorite’. Thing was, I don’t know if he knew exactly what it meant. Driving him to daycare one morning made it seem like he was lovin’ life:
B (in his carseat while we pull into a Tim Horton’s drive-thru): ‘Look! A blue car! Blue is my favorite colour!’
Me – ‘Me too.’
B – ‘No! Your favorite colour is orange.’
Me – ‘Uhh, ok.’
B – ‘Heyyyy! What’s Shari’s car doing? That’s my favorite green car!’
I look around, and, yup, he spotted our old neighbour Shari’s car from across the parking lot.
B (now really excited) – ‘Look!!!! A black truck! What kind of truck is it?’
Me – ‘Uh, it’s a beat up old Dodge pickup truck.’
B – ‘That’s my favorite black truck! Look over there! That’s my favorite white car! What kind is it?’
Me – ‘A Sentra. Hey, What do you want to eat? A cinnamon bagel?’
B – ‘Yeah! That’s my favorite breakfast!!!’
I ordered and we drove to his daycare. Along the way he saw his favorite school bus and pretend-fed his favorite toy bear his bear’s favorite snack – celery and timbits (?!)
We got to daycare, and B noticed the pumpkins on the front steps:
B – ‘I’m just going to look at them!’
He took off, tripped going up a step, and smashed his face on a pumpkin.
Me – ‘Are you OK??’
B (rubbing his chin) – ‘I’m OK. Kiss my chin, daddy. That pumpkin is my favorite pumpkin!’