No, I am not trying to quote from a certain Sacha Baron Cohen movie, but instead my son. A little background, Will is huge. At the last measurement check almost a week ago, he was 34 1/8 inches and 33 or 34 pounds. In other words, a big dude for a toddler. Whitney and I have been conscious that he has no idea of his own size or strength. Sometimes he is not gentle when he plays with us or other things. So, a few months ago we started teaching him about "gentle touches;" we gently touch the cat, the dog, Mommy and Mama.
It was going really well. He would start to be inadvertently rough with something and we would say "Will, you need to be gentle" and he would give the thing/animal/human a hug, snug, or kiss as a "gentle touch." Then Whitney came home last week. Will started playing a little rough and I reminded him that he needed to be nice to her.
Out of nowhere, WillWill pats Whitney with one long stroke and says "NNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCEEEE!" He also semi-grunts the word when he says it, so it almost sounds like Frankenstein. It was hysterical! Whitney and I couldn't stop laughing. In fact, every time I think about it, I start laughing. We will do our best to get this phenomena on video because it really is priceless.
In other news, strep throat would have been easy right? But why settle for strep when you can have mono?