This Is Why I Need More Adult Interactions

Brenden is really starting to make sense now, at least when it comes to how well he's speaking. What he's actually saying is a completely different matter. Sometimes it's very logical. Other times...I have no idea. Here are a few of the random conversations I've had with him lately. And yes, most of the time he really does speak with an exclamation point.

Me: "Brenden, you act like a monkey!"

Brenden: "I'm not a monkey! I'm Brenden! I'm a big boy!"

Me, quizzing him on his knowledge of body parts: "Do you have ears?"

Brenden: "Yes."

Me: "Do you have knees?"

Brenden: "Yes."

Me: "Do you have eyes?"

Brenden: "Yep."

Me: "Do you have a tail?"

Brenden: "Nope! I have a booty!"

Me: "Do you have whiskers?"

Brenden: "Nooooo."

Me: "Who has whiskers?" (I expected to hear him tell me one of the dogs names, or maybe a cat."

Brenden: "Daddy! Daddy has whiskers on his face!"

While drawing happy faces...

Brenden: "Draw mommy!"

Me: *draws a happy face with curly hair*

Brenden: "Draw me!"

Me: *draws a happy face with a little hair on top*

Brenden: "Draw Lauren!"

Me: *draws a happy face with a little hair and a bow*

Brenden: "Draw daddy!"

Me: *draws a bigger version of the happy face that was supposed to be Brenden*

Brenden: "Mommy, you didn't draw daddy's crutches!"

In the candy aisle at Walmart...

Brenden: "No! I don't like that! It's gross! It smells like cat poop!"

Me: *blushes* *hurries away from the several people who are now giving me weird looks*

Brenden: "I'm a boy!"

Me: "Yep. Who else is a boy?"

Brenden: "Daddy."

Me: "Good job! What is mommy?"

Brenden: *sly smile* "You're a boy!" *laughs*

Me: "I don't think I'm a boy. What am I?"

Brenden: "You're a boy! Lauren's a boy, too!"

Me: "Okay, crazy. You know I'm not a boy. What am I?"

Brenden: *sighs* *rolls his eyes* "You're a girl. Lauren's a girl, too."

Me: "Thank you!"