More Kirby-isms

I don't think I do a good enough job jotting down the daily anecdotes and quips and quirks of Kirby Hollister. So much of what he says melts my heart and the rest makes me laugh out loud. Here's a couple of the latest. 

We went to the zoo one morning as he requested...hey I aim to please!!!! Background. I have resisted the frozen lemonades on every one of our visits (have I mentioned we go about once a week??!!), and I drove downtown that day knowing in my head that I was going to get a frozen lemonade and share it with my loves, and oh it was good. Kirby picked out the cherry limeade (how did he know that is one of my faves and was even a craving during my pregnancy with Susanna Rose?). We walked to the entrance of the zoo to let our delightful treat melt a little and because there is a very unpopulated sitting area there in front of the sea lions. I got Susanna Rose out of her chariot stroller and let her roam around awhile while we all three sat and shared our treat - Kirby and I both wielding our own spoons. I was giving Susanna Rose a bite when she would swing by our way, feeding her like a little bird, and Kirby started doing the same. He would say, "bite, baby girl!?" and she would giggle an eat his bite and mine. It melted my heart watching him share with her so I told him, "Kirby, you are such a good brother."  He looked at me, cocked his sweet head to the side, grinned his sweet grin, and said, "And you are a very very very good mommy!"  

Kirby has this habit of taking his greasy little food-laden hands and smearing them alllllll on the table around his placemat. I shouldn't let it bother me, but I admit that it drives me bananas. He even does it underneath the table. I do. I really do recognize that it is silly for me to let this get to me, but lately I've been asking him to not do it..."keep your hands on your placemat" and "you're making a mess that mommy has to clean up" and other things of the like. This particular night, I went with a different tactic. I asked him not to smear his hands on the table and reminded him that he is making a mess for mommy to clean up. I went further and asked him if he wanted to clean the tables. He paused and said, "I'm not a girl. I'm a boy, and I'll grow up to be a daddy, daddy's don't clean the kitchen."  Ummmmm. Really??????????  I guess it is better than the phase when he told me he wanted to grow up to be a mommy just like me.