| checking out the bobcat (now that it is empty and won't move) |
Caleb is going through a scared phase. When we first went outside he was terrified of the bob cat and had to be held while it was on. He calls the bob cat a digger, and he kept saying "digger gonna get me". But later he changed this phrase to "digger not gonna get me cause I not dirt, digger only dig up dirt".
| Notice the slightly terrified but amazed face |
He also was afraid of the dump truck. Here is how that conversation went:
C: dump truck gonna get me
M: no he is not. Dump trucks are nice.
C: no he not
a minute or so later
M: what do you think of the cool digger
C: He is cool, and dump truck is awesome too
a minute later
C: I not going to fight the dump truck
M: did you say you were going to fight the dump truck?
C: no I not going to fight dump truck, I going to fight you.
M: oh, no thank you. Fighting is bad. Who taught you about fighting?
C: fighting not bad
He makes me laugh so much and I have no idea where he learned about fighting. Although I am beginning to wonder what he thinks fighting is because if I had to guess I would say it involves either eating something or biting something.
I know that there are innate differences in boys and girls because I am positive my friends with sweet little girls would not have been so enamored with watching the digger today. Nor would they want to fight the dump truck.
I hope they are still at it when he wakes up from his nap. Or even better the concrete mixer might be here by then.
