Every time I go back home to visit my nephews, it seems they manage to shock and surprise me with how much they've grown up and changed since my last visit. For some reason, meal time, is the common time to do this.
Once on a visit home, I was feeding Ethan (then 3 years old) a snack of cheese and crackers. Midway through, with his mouth stuffed full, he said something like,
"Aunt Beff, can I have more cheezwilmows?"
I had no idea what he meant, so I asked him to repeat it.
"More cheezwilmows?" he asked again.
Finally I had to get his mother in the next room to translate.
She laughed and explained, "He's saying, 'Can I have more cheese, little mouse?'"
It seems whenever his mother puts cheese on his plate, she says, "Here's some cheese, little mouse!" He learned to make it all one word.
Ethan shocked me again more recently when he was having trouble getting the ranch dressing bottle open.
He struggled for a minute and then said in frustration, "Ayudarme!"
I threw a puzzled look to his mom, "Did he just say 'help me' in Spanish?!"
Speaking of bilingual, little Zach when he was barely a year old, sat in his high chair once eating cheerios. At this point, he wasn't very verbal yet, but when he ran out of cheerios, he made a strange motion with his hands. It looked vaguely familiar. He touched all 4 of his fingers to his thumb on each hand, then tapped them together several times. I was still trying to figure it out when his mom explained, "He's saying 'more' in sign language."
Good grief! I guess I need to get back and visit more often to lessen the shock of these growing boys!