Fighter (eating a bowl of noodles): Jude eat nuno.

Me: Jude, here are some potato chips.

Fighter: Oooh!

Me: Can you say potato?

Fighter: Pehtoto.

Me: No, potato.

Fighter: Pehtoto.

Me: Fighter, do you want to come upstairs with mommy?

Fighter: Nghhh (meaning yes)

Something disrupts us and I stay downstairs for a couple more minutes while Fighter wanders away to his play area.  When I’m ready I start climbing the stairs and call to him.

Me: Fighter, I’m going upstairs.

Fighter (dashing over to the staircase): Ooh. Ooh. Yay. Forgot

Fighter is playing on one of those toy car rides in malls where you have to put money in for them to work. I’m watching him.

Fighter: Mommy, sit.

Me: No, Jude. Mommy is too big for the car.  Mommy’s backside is too big.

Fighter: Mommy’s backside too big.

Five minutes later.

Fighter (to random stranger walking past): Mommy’s backside too big.

Sometimes after dinner, we take a walk to the mini mart in our condo.  Sometimes we buy milk or bread and sometimes we just walk there and walk home.

In the minimart.

Fighter: Jude buy ice cream! Jude buy ice cream!

Me: I don’t have money, Jude. Do you have money?

Fighter (looking doubtful): Jude no money.

After a few seconds, he goes and picks a packet of salted nuts and brings it to the counter.

Fighter: Jude buy.

Cashier: Do you have money to pay me?

Fighter: Nghhh (yes)

Cashier: How much do you have?

Fighter (looking at his empty hands): Two hundred.

Sometimes on our evening walks we bump into the neighborhood cats.

Fighter (running and screaming): Cat! CAT CAAAAT!!!!

Cat gets freaked out and scampers away.

Fighter: Cat funny.

In Phuket, we tried letting him get on a kid’s bike for the first time. Cos before his legs were too short to reach the pedals wtf.  He couldn’t figure out how to work the pedals though.

Fighter: Bike not working.