Impressionist

All parents are over-impressed with their kids’ gifts and talents… it’s just an endearing fact of raising miniature people.  Last Thursday Natesy waved goodbye to Grandma for the first time.  We cheered and clapped like love-sick groupies.

It’s been no different with Jakey.  Just a week ago, he was looking at his favorite “cooking magazine” with his Daddy.  It’s actually a toy catalog.  They seem to rain down on our home in torrents from October through January.  “I want Santa bring me all these toys.”

So they’re reading the cooking magazine and Jake notices a telescope.
“Look Daddy, a listenscope.”

He’s told us about listenscopes before… we have no idea where they came from.

“What’s that for Jakey?” I ask.
“For watching meteor showers.”
“What’d you say?”
“For watching meteor showers.”
“Huh.  I thought that’s what you said.”  (See?  Clearly, as his mom, I’m impressed that at 2-years-old we’re discussing meteor showers.)

This morning he was using his toothbrush to “paint” on the bathroom window.

“Jakey, please stop putting your toothbrush on the window.  It goes in your mouth and that’s probably dirty.”
“I’m painting Mama.”
“Yes, I see you’re painting, but that’s yucky.”
“I’m painting a masterpiece Mama.”

Never argue with an artist.  Just nod in awe.