Oh the things they say...

I often joke that while Isaac did not say more than three different words until after being 3.5 years old, he is currently making up for lost time.  The boy can rattle on and on and on and on... Well, you get the picture.  I am sure there is a part of him that is just so excited to be able to physically speak.  Then there is the other added benefit of having a family and friends that will listen to you.  A lot of the time, he is just making noises has he is playing.  It is cute for the first 6 hours, but looses its charm after a while. 

What is fun though is learning his emerging sense of humor.  Isaac, is by far my more literal and serious child.  Before I tell you about his funny sayings and humor I need to back up a bit. 

Isaac has some serious issues in the way he processes information communicated out loud.  I have no doubt that it is auditory processing disorder, but alas he cannot technically be diagnosed as such until he is older.  Anyway, the point is, that when you ask Isaac questions, the person asking has to really think about how they worded it, because it will drastically effect the answer.  For example:  "Isaac, do you want to have an elephant to come over for dinner?"  Vs.  "Isaac, who would you like to have over for dinner?" 

This is proving to be a character building challenge for John as Isaac's teacher.  The other day John spent the whole day teaching the boys about the month of October.  They sang songs, did dances, wrote the word, went on an October scavenger hunt, found it on the calender, and on and on. 

So, at the end of the day John asked Isaac, "What month is it?"  Isaac responded proudly and confidently, "5."  I am sure you can picture John's reaction, frustration, and feeling of failure. 

The next day Isaac is sitting at the kitchen table eating his snack.  He shouts to me in the other room, "Mom, don't lift up the cup.  There is a spider in there and I will deal with it when I finish my snack."  I then watch Isaac finish his snack, get a file folder, slide it under the cup with the spider (something he watches John do all the time), then carry it outside.  I'd say this is a better thing to know at 5 than what month it is. 

Fast forward to yesterday.  Isaac got a nasty cut on his hand and John and I are having to clean it daily.  John did it the first day while I was at school.  The next day, before I started, I asked Isaac how Daddy cleaned it, and if he did a good job.  Isaac then proceeded to go into an extensive detailed narrative about each and every thing John did.  The best part was when he said, "after he soaked it, the cup had blood in it.  Then Daddy pored it down the toilet.  I think the toilet was hungry or that vampires live down there and they wanted to drink my blood." 

So, no, Isaac can't really answer direct questions, but his is listening, and paying attention.  Every day my little men teach me how to look at the world in a new and interesting way.