Because of Sh*t Like This

I started blogging a while back for a few reasons - mostly to help keep me sane, a little to get stuff off of my chest, partly because writing makes me feel better, and also because it's a way for me to capture all of the crazy/funny/awesome things my son does.  See, if I write it here, I can look back on it and remember all of these things . . . like the numerous conversations we have that never cease to make me laugh . . . that normally I might forget.

The following is one of my favorite conversations I've ever had with Gavin.  Seriously. 

Let's set the scene:  Gavin and I are on our way to a birthday party for a little boy named Keygan who is turning one.  Problem:  Gavin also has a cousin named Keegan (who, consequently is 10ish - I say 10ish because I can't remember right now.  I'm a bad aunt.  Sorry.)  Note the different spellings?  But they sound the same, right?  They're called homonyms.  Or, like a lady I used to work with: HOMO nyms.  Yeah, that's America's future right there!  Anyway . . .


Me:  Gavin, are you excited for this birthday party?

Gavin:  Whose birthday is it?

Me:  We're going to a party for a little boy whose name is Keygan.

Gavin:  Oh, Keegan.

Me:  Keygan is going to be one.  He's just a little baby.

Gavin:  (clearly confused)  Did he shrink back down into a little baby?

Okay, so let me just clarify.  Gavin has this idea in his head that if I feed him baby food and buy him a bottle from the grocery store, he'll shrink back down into a little baby.  Why?  Because I'm always telling him that he's getting too big for me to carry.  So, he figures if he "grows back down" into a baby, I can still carry him everywhere.  Cute, but also weird when he asks me to purchase bottles and baby food at the grocery store.  He really thinks it will work.

Me:  No, this is a different Keygan.  There are two Keegans.

Gavin:  (unconvincingly)  Oh....

Me:  Here we are, at Keygan's  party!

Gavin:  Where's Jeremy? (Jeremy is the dad of Gavin's cousin, Keegan).

Me:  He's not here.  This is a different Keygan.

Gavin:  But where's Jeremy?  Does Keegan have two houses?

Me:  No, Gavin, this is a different Keygan.  There are two Keygans.  A baby Keygan and a big Keegan.

Gavin:  But where's Jeremy?  Where's Keegan's other house?

Alas, no matter what I said, I couldn't get him to understand that there were two different people named Keegan.  During the course of the birthday party, Gavin continually asked me where Jeremy was and where Keegan's other house was...

A few days later, he saw his cousin, Keegan, and he said, "I saw you the other day when you were a little baby."

You see, writing this down means that in five years from now, I'll remember this.  I'll remember my son's innocence and his crazy perception of the world, and that makes it all worth it.