Last night, I was searching for a word to explain to Faelan what it felt like when he poured cold water on my head while we were sitting in the hot bath, saying, "I felt... I felt...um..."
Faelan helpfully asked, "did you feel awwogant, Mommy?"

This morning, Faelan started by being Alexander, one of Babar's elephant triplets, but then switched - midsentence - to Huckle Cat, from Richard Scarry.

In the grocery store today, as we were buying milk and frozen raspberries to make smoothies with, at Faelan's request, he asked, "Do we need anything else? Should we get Daddy some chocwate? Some chocwate ice cream? Because he likes chocwate." (We didn't.)

This was shortly after he pitched a fit as I put in into the carrier after repeated attempts to run away from me outside the downtown library just before naptime, during which he scratched my neck badly enough to draw blood. A few minutes later I said "Ouch. Look, this is where you scratched me. It really hurt."
"I see it," said Faelan, scrunching his face up in sympathy. " 'I'm sorry,' says Huckle. Cats have very sharp claws to scratch."

talking to spaghetti

Never, ever eat a baby doctor! Or a daddy doctor, or a mommy doctor. Meedle! Never, ever get a needle from a doc-torrr.

Talking in his sleep last night

'I want another one,' says the baby bird.

Mommy! Please don't argue with me now!

I'm trying to fold a sheet, but Faelan wants to use it as a leash, and then as a cave, a cradle, and a cape. Joel distracts him by draping a baby-carrying wrap invitingly around his shoulders. "Oh," I exclaim, "what kind of a game is that?"
"It's Ringo-Tingo!" declares Faelan, draping himself over the wrap.
Of course.

"'Mommy, Mommy,' said the batman to his mudder, 'come, come!'"

Joel: Why did you take your underwear off?
Faelan, laughing, to me: He said, 'Why did you take your underwear off!"
Joel: Why _did_ you take it off?
Faelan: Because it was on my head, Joel.