Where is YOUR family?

@ dinner Friday night

WVL: Where are we going tonight?

Mommy: Where do you want to go?

WVL: To Costco.... that's where my family is.

Mommy: (laughing and crying, holding head in hands, thinking that is the most embarrassing thing my child has ever said)

Daddy: Who's in your family?

WVL: (points at daddy) Chaw-Caw

Daddy: (laughing) Who else is in your family?

WVL: (points at window and randomly around room)
Tummy
(at first it sounded like Tommy, but after the rest of the list it became clear that it was a body part)
and Bottom
and Penis
and Legs
and Feet

Maybe our next lesson should be on family?

To be clear, we did not go to Costco tonight, but to Bahama Freeze for snow cones.

This is my question...

Weston has not yet mastered the concept of questions.

He frequently uses the phrases

"let me ask you a question"

-or-

"listen to my question"

-but-

what follows is not necessarily a question or IS a question that makes no sense at all.

Example:

(Saturday morning)

WV: This is my question. How can I build a train track if I don't want to?

Mommy: What is the answer?

WV: The answer is practice the game.

Another example:

(Dinner time)

Mommy: [Science chattering]

Daddy: [School blathering]

WV: [Interrupting] Listen to my question!

Mommy: What's your question?

WV: The question is... [a long declarative statement consisting of a string of non sequiturs including but not limited to: construction vehicles, garbage trucks, animals, dinosaurs, trains, cars, what happened at school today...]

Daddy: That's the question?

WV: Yeah.

Mommy: What's the answer?

WV: The answer is... Pteranodon!

Daddy: I wish I had the video camera...

The Boss

This week we began teaching Weston about Bruce Springsteen, called "The Boss." Weston thinks that Bruce is "The Boss" and that all his songs are called "The Boss."

"Glory Days" playing on ipod.
Mommy: Weston are you ready to eat your quesadilla?
WV: I do. [But] I need to dance until "The Boss" is done.

Little Red Ca-what?

If we haven't mentioned it (more than 10 times) before, Weston LOVES trains. Give him a group of almost any item and he will line it up "like a train." A train of cars. A train of trucks. A train of puzzle pieces. A train of blocks. A train of chairs.

We have at least two recorded versions of a song called "Little Red Caboose." (Lisa Loeb does one that is not annoying if you are in the market for a train song.)
Little red caboose
Little red caboose
Little red caboose
Behind the train
Choo choo

Weston likes to make up songs (another post on this topic later) and also to substitute words into songs to make them funny. So Friday morning he started singing:
Little red ca-mommy
Little red ca-daddy
Little red ca-Weston
Little red ca-Daphne