I realize from here on out I no longer need to think of what to write in my blog. I can simply transcribe the conversations I have with Doodles.
In the car:
Doodles: What time is it?
Me: [startled] What?
Doodles: What time is it?
Adam and I look at each other and shrug.
Me: It’s 1:47
[pause]
Doodles: What time is it?
Me: It’s still 1:47
Doodles: What time is it?
Adam: It’s now 1:48
[pause]
Doodles: What time is it?
Me: It’s still 1:48
[pause]
Doodles: Wiggles time?
Me: No
[pause]
Doodles: What time is it?
At the breakfast table:
Adam: Doodles, what do you want for breakfast?
Doodles: Cereal bar.
Adam: Which cereal bar?
Doodles: Green cereal bar.
[Adam brings out the green cereal bar.]
Doodles: No! Other green cereal bar.
Adam: This is the only green cereal bar we have.
[Minor temper tantrum ensues. I intervene and pull out one of every type of bar we have, which is about seven.]
Me: Doodles, which bar do you want?
Doodles: Other cereal bar! Other cereal bar!
Me: There are no other cereal bars! Do you want Os?
Doodles: No.
Me: Do you want Kix?
Doodles: No.
Me: Do you want Cheerios?
Doodles: No.
Me: Do you want Squares?
Doodles: No.
Me: Do you want to starve?
Doodles: Yeah.
Me [to Adam]: He wants to starve.
Doodles: Starve! Starve! I want starve!
Me [realizing that Doodles is under the impression that “starve” is a type of food, I rummage through the freezer to find some food he hasn’t seen before and find some rugelach, which I warm up]: Here Doodles. [I place the rugelach on his plate.] This is starve. Enjoy it.
Doodles [very upset now, shoves the rugelach back at me]: Other starve!! I want other starve!
