Kick the Giraffe!

This afternoon I was playing with the Little Man in his play gym. It was just him and me, so the house was pretty quiet and I had the opportunity to actually hear the things coming out of my mouth.

Lesson: when you become a parent the things you say will make you appear to be insane.

My son, being 3 1/2 months old, obviously cannot talk. But I talk to him, and he's pretty interactive in a non-verbal way. Here's how today's conversation sounded:

Me: [singing] doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo da da da doo do dah! *gasp!* Where's the music? What happened to the music? Kick the giraffe! Yay! Thank you! Aw, was that a fart? Toot toot. Ding din don, ding din don, frere jacques...where's the music? Kick the giraffe! Aw good job. Do you see your butterfly friends? Uh oh, are your butterfly friends making you angry? Let's get you out of there.

Certifiable.

Here's what actually happened during the conversation:

[singing along to the kid music] doo doo doo doo doo doo da da da doo do dah!

[the music stops]

*gasp!* Where's the music? What happened to the music? Kick the [stuffed] giraffe [on the support bar of the play gym, thereby re-activating the music]!

[He kicks the giraffe]

Yay! Thank you!

[He farts, then looks startled]

Aw, was that a fart? Toot toot.

[resuming singing along with the music, which has changed to "Frere Jacques"] Ding din don, ding din don, frere jacques [the music stops again]...

Where's the music? Kick the giraffe!

[He kicks the giraffe]

Aw good job.

[He looks up at the butterfly toys hanging off the top of the play gym.]

Do you see your butterfly friends?

[He starts to cry]

Uh oh, are your butterfly friends making you angry? [Crying continues]. Let's get you out of there.

[I pick up the Little Man and hold him on my shoulder].

See? It's all about context.