What's That? What's That? What's That?

What's that, Momma?

I think I must hear this at least ... oh ... 20 times a day.

What's that? That's a sprinkler.
What's that? That's a camera.
What's that? That's a cricket.

It's really cute, albeit sometimes a little challenging to figure out what Luke's asking. Yesterday, he was asking about the loud noise coming from the neighboring house. What's that? That noise? Yeah. That's a saw. What's that? That's a big saw that is helping build a house. What's that? They're building a house next door, and it's a loud saw. Oh. He seemed satisfied with that answer, given in three different ways.

And, he says the silliest things. Today, we were driving into the neighborhood and he saw a lawnmower service. "Look, Momma! Mr. 'Bino!" He was talking about our lawnmower guy, Sabino. He gets excited when Sabino shows up and he sees him through the window, but sad when he can't see him (my favorite is when he tells Sabino that he drinks his milk): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cafa0l-06Q.

Just tonight, he developed a newfound dislike of a dinosaur that Katie and Lauren gave him more than a year ago. He threw dinosaur into the mix when singing "Old MacDonald," even adding his roar, but then said suddenly, Momma, where's Dinosaur? Dinosaur's in your gameroom. Dinosaur isn't scary. No -- he's not scary, he's a nice dinosaur. Yeah. Then he changed his mind, jumping off his chair during dinner and throwing Dinosaur out the back door. Dinosaur goes outside! Oh no -- why? Dinosaur is scary.

He's really talkative at dinner. That's when we find out who he played with at daycare, who cried, who bit or hit that day, etc. And, he likes to point out things about each of us: Lukey has blue eyes. Two eyes. One. Two. Mommy has blue eyes. Daddy has brown eyes. Sissy has brown eyes. Max has brown eyes.

My favorite might be his commentary during potty training. We were doing great for about a week or so, but now I feel like we're going backwards. So, I'm not pushing it too much, but when he does sit on the potty, you might hear him say, "C'mon, pee pee!" or "Pee pee, come out!" And, when he's decided that peeing in the potty is overrated: "Momma, put my diaper on. Pee pee is coming!"