Sempi loves pickles. He'd eat them at every chance.
We're at an indoor play place in Chennai. We ordered some fried potato wedges. When they were delivered, Sempi exclaims "Appa, I found bread pickles".
We're at a park in India. Sempi is sitting on a teeter-totter looking contraption. He's looking for a partner for the other side.
Sempi: Amma can you sit on the other side?
Yoshi: I'm too big to sit on that side Sempi.
Sempi: Appa, can you sit on that side?
Me: I'm flattered that you think I'm smaller than your mom. But I'm still too big.
Sempi: Maybe when you're flatter you can sit on the other side.
It was an unintentional pun joke, but I laughed heartily.
Conversation between Yoshi and I.
Yoshi: I'm worried Sempi (our 2yo) might be a little dyslexic.
Me: Why?
Yoshi: He occasionally reverses the words in his rhymes.
Me: Like what?
Yoshi: "Frosty the snow man was a happy jolly soul" . It's supposed to be "Jolly happy soul".
Me: Oh yeah. He could be dyslexic or he could have a troll dad who subtly changes his rhymes to see if he'll catch it. (sheepish grin)
Yoshi: Oh boy. What else did you teach him?
Me: I'm trying "Itsy bitsy tiger", "Row row, row the boat gently down the street" and so on.
#ProudDad.
Sempi is playing in his room with some construction cones and trucks. He usually narrates his gameplay.
I walk into the room and right at the moment he says:
"Caution! Caution! Oversize load"
I wonder if it's coincidence or subliminal messaging.
Yoshi: Let me cut that chocolate bar in half.
Sempi: Why?
Yoshi: Because it is too much.
Sempi: I want too much.