These small hours

This weekend, Clownfish, Bullshark, and I went to one of those Japanese steak houses where they cook the food right in front of you. It was my first time and I enjoyed the show -- spinning eggs, flying cutlery, volcanic onions and all. It was neat and the food was good. But Clownfish was awed. He used the words "amazing" "exciting" "excellent" "fabulous" and "scrumptious" all in one night. Pretty good for a three year old.

Today he learned a new word as I gave the little rascal a new new nickname -- he likes sneaking into the bathroom to switch off the lights when I am in the shower, closing the front door on me, hiding his shoes, and other "tricks" on mommy.

Today when I came home I asked him to tell Bullshark about his little tricks.

"Papa, I've been mischievous."

Clownfish has decided he hatched an invisible egg. Inside the invisible egg was a baby kangaroo, called Kang-ee. Kang-ee the imaginary baby kangaroo sleeps in the living room now because Clownfish bumped his head in bed twice last night because "Kang-ee was jumping on the bed." Tonight when I put him to bed, he reminded me to keep the television low so as not to disturb the invisible imaginary kangaroo.

Parenthood causes one to have the most amazing conversations sometimes.

Like this one:

Clownfish and Bullshark were playing recently with Bullshark's old Lincoln logs mixed with the ones Clownfish received for his third birthday.

CF: "Look Mommy! Papa is letting me use his Link-in longs!"
Me: "That's great! Did you know Papa was your age when he played with these?"
CF: "And that was when I was not here yet I was in your tummy right?"
Me: "Ummm . . . no, Papa was very young, so you weren't even in my tummy yet."
CF: "Oh, that's because God was still making me."