I love my son. Sometimes I think he is different than other (almost) 5 year old boys. I could be wrong but I do have a very strong case. Here is some evidence to support my theory:
Exhibit A: He has many imaginary friends but his favorites are Chico (he's a rascal old man with long hair and clear pants) and Juan (Chico's foil).
Exhibit B: He talks incessantly.
Exhibit C: He licks his hands constantly.
Exhibit D: He can voluntarily regurgitate his dinner in order to prove that he "doesn't like peas."
Exhibit E: Insists upon wearing these goggles with the beads inside when we go out to run errands.
Exhibit F: Did I mention he talks a lot?
Exhibit G: His love for Hannah Montana and "Eye-lee" Cyrus.
Exhibit H: His inexplicable fear of the television show "iCarly" on Nickelodeon starring Miranda Cosgrove.
Exhibit I: He can sing/rap almost the entire song "Paper Planes" by MIA (should I video that?).
Exhibit J: He can't vacuum the stairs without wearing industrial earphones.
Exhibit K: He refuses to eat at the table if there are food germs (crumbs) on it. Please refer to Exhibit C.
I would like to point out that I clap along to his songs, laugh at his jokes, applaud his dances, fall for his booby traps, am amazed by his magic tricks, jump at his scary stories, fawn over his artwork, tolerate his drumming, and try not to cringe at his science experiments. However, there comes a time in the day, usually when Chad is due to arrive home, when I just run out of patience. That's when I usually resort to a comment that is similar to the one I made at the end of this video.
3 years ago