For instance, a few times a week we practice his handwriting. I consider this a win-win situation. His handwriting improves; he gets fruit snacks as a reward. Everybody's happy. Except that he doesn't call it handwriting. What does he call it?
The other day, he asked me if I would help him find all of his "action chiggers." I said, no, but I would help him find all of his action figures if he wanted me to.
In Toy Story, one of the character says, "Do you want a piece of me?" In Gavin's brain, this translates to, "Do you want a piece of meat?" So, I almost lost it the other day when he was messing around, got hurt, and promptly told me, "I pieced of meat myself." Oh, you did, did you?
If I ask him to try a new food, and he doesn't like it, he tells me it's asgusting. No matter how many times I try to tell him it's DIS-gusting, he says, "I know, it's asgusting."
Trying to explain the Olympics to him took some time, patience, and creativity. It's hard for him to understand why the U.S.A. isn't in every event. I don't think he gets it, though, because anytime a new even comes on, he asks me which person or team is "Captain America." We always root for Captain America.
The other day, he said, "amicos." I said, no, it's amigos. He said, "No, it's Spanish." Gotcha.
He's pretty obsessed with the Lion King, and often walks around singing the "Hakuna Matata song." It goes something like this:
It means don't worries
For the rest of your days
We're still trying to straighten that one out.
But, my favorite by far is this one:
Lately, he likes to watch PBS Kids instead of Disney Channel in the morning (which I don't mind because the shows are much more educational). So, during every commercial break, they advertise their website at "P-B-S-kids-dot-O-R-G." He says: P-B-S-kids-dot-OR-G. And that's all I have to say about that.