Isaac's been into the Pixies lately. Yesterday he meandered about the house singing "gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic." I'm just relieved he hasn't learned the rest of the chorus ("Gigantic, gigantic, I dig big love.") And yes, it's a song by a size queen.
Tonight Isaac finally figured out he could get out of his bed and wander around the house -- AFTER his bedtime! He partied upstairs by himself for a while, turning all the lights on, throwing his stuffed animals around, and knocking things over, then he happily tripped down the stairs with Monkey and Blankey to find me.
Imagine Isaac's surprise when he found that -- far from being thrilled with the opportunity to play with him yet again -- I actually wanted him to RETURN to bed. Yes, shocking, I know.
Isaac carefully examines his blankey and tries to the pull the tag off. He looks at me in frustration.
Me: "That's a tag. Can you say 'tag'?"
Me: "Your other blankey has a tag too."
Isaac examines his other blankey and finds a tag. "Taa." Then he picks up Monkey and points to his ear (referring to an event last week, in which he was shocked to find Monkey sitting on a shelf at a bookstore with a weird tag through his ear. He asked me to take the tag off, and when I said no, he proceeded to walk up to three different people, holding Monkey up to them and saying "Off." Finally, we went to the register and paid for Monkey, and then the nice Lady removed the tag.)
So anyway, there is Isaac a few days later examining Monkey's now tagless ear. "Lady," he says.
"Right, the Lady took off Monkey's tag. But Monkey still has a tag on his tushy."
Isaac examines Monkey's butt, and finds the tag. It won't come off. Then, he feels around to his own tush, looks at me inquisitively, asking "Isaac taa?"