Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said lately:

Volcano vocabulary: Biscuit heard something about volcanoes and suddenly became fascinated with them.

Well, fascinated for a couple of days, which is about how long his fascinations last.

He wanted to know if there were pictures of volcanoes on my computer. I looked around and actually found a video of a volcano erupting.

"Mom, what's that red stuff?" Biscuit asked. "Is that the latha?"

"LaVA," I said.

"Yeah, latha," Biscuit said.

"No," I said. "It's with a V."

"Vatha?" Biscuit asked.

Ugh!

"No, l-a-v-a, lava," I said, like it's going to help him if I spell it.

"OH! LAVA!" Biscuit said.

Maybe spelling it DID help.


A busload of fun: Someone in town took an old school bus, ripped out all the seats, covered everything in padding and created a tumble bus for little kids. Each month, they change out the equipment in the bus. Like one month, they'll have a tumble mat with some barriers the kids have to flip or climb over. Or they'll have a zip line that goes from the front to the back of the bus. Or they'll have a mini-trampoline.

On our way home from the mountains, we stopped at a restaurant that served its kids meals in cardboard psychedelic microbuses. The top of the vehicle is cut out (that's where the food was).

Biscuit brought his bus home with him, and tonight, he was pretending it was the tumble bus that comes to his day care.

"These cars are my friends from day care," Biscuit said, explaining that he had named each car after one of his day care friends. "They're all here to play on the tumble bus."

The boy's imagination just kills me.


Dear old dad: Jeff and Biscuit have been playing a lot of baseball in the backyard. Jeff has helped Biscuit progress from a thick, little kids' plastic bat to an aluminum T-ball bat. Jeff said Biscuit is doing a pretty good job at hitting.

The boys were playing Sunday evening while I was unpacking from our trip. Jeff pitched the ball to Biscuit and "Tink!" the ball came flying right back at Jeff and hit him hard in the belly.

"Boy! What kind of Father's Day present is that?" Jeff asked Biscuit.

Biscuit laughed and laughed, then said, "WHAM! Happy Father's Day!"