Kick ass hubby and I have come to the consensus that our 3 year old son Frank is the craziest, silliest, more complex child ever made. And for some odd reason he's ours.
Right at this very moment he is wearing his shoes on the wrong feet (no socks), Handy Many undies, Thomas shirt and a monster puppet on his hand. Jumping around like a deranged animal picking his undies from his butt crack and going BLLLLAAAAAHHHHH with the puppet in every one's face. This is normal typical behavior from Frankage. We have come to realize that strange is actually normal.
He will spend 30 minutes dancing, singing and jumping around with is reflection in the glass doors from the fireplace. He will also do this with his shadow. It's like someone has string from above that are jerking him around. It's quite amusing.
Yesterday we had a large family gathering for the birthday bash here. My mom bought him a pirate dress up costume. Hat, shirt, pants, sash, eye patch, sword...the whole sha-bang. He insisted that he wear it out to dinner. We went to a local Mexican joint. After we were finished eating he got a bit restless. He then decided to practice his round house kicks in between tables. In a pirate costume. In a Mexican restaurant. We got many looks and blamed it on the cake.
He also some out got wind of the word "Constantinople" today. I went to get him from quite time and he was sitting on his night stand with a wadded up sheet next to him and said, "Look Mommy. It's my Constantinople. See? I made it. It's mashed potatoes. But really it's a sheet". Seriously. Constantinople? Huh?
More over, I love it. I really do. He makes me laugh like I never have before. He makes me want to dance with my shadow like no one is watching. He's a free spirt that God placed here so I can remember that being a kid is about jumping in ALL the puddles!
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