My Funny Kid

Lately, my eldest son, a 4 year old affectionately known as Wyatt Earp, as been cracking me up.

The other day in the car with my mother in law, we (she and I) were talking about my dad, who is known in our house as "Bup." My son overheard us and piped in from the back, "Oh, I know that guy who lives in New Mexico. He's the tall one. They call him Bup." For just a moment I was sure I could hear Ennio Morriocone's theme from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" whistling across the back seat . . . .

Earlier this week, W. Earp took a walk with a neighbor and her 5 year old son around the block. After about 15 minutes my front door opened and my son ran into the house saying, "I have to go potty!" He bolted past me as Mrs. J. said, "W., don't you have something to tell your mom?" He poked his head out from around the alcove leading into the bathroom and looked at me sheepishly. I looked at him and then at Mrs. J. who did not seem upset and even had a slight smile on her face. W. walked over to me, but would not talk. Finally, Mrs. J. informed me that during their walk, he and her 5 year old and been running ahead of her when my son, apparently struck by a sudden and intense urge to urinate, dropped trou in the front yard of another neighbor and just took care of business!

Today I took W. out for a bike ride. He got a new bike for Christmas and has been slowly getting the hang of it. We took his helmet out for the first time too. I think this was more interesting to him than the bike. I glean that from the fact that twice he stopped, got down on his knees and deliberately banged his head on the sidewalk several times to demonstrate that if he fell off his bike his head would not hit the ground - just the helmet. It's hard to argue that logic.