Yesterday Dao pooped and pointed me to the toilet, “Daddy, daddy, look! They are floating just like boats. Sailing boats in the deep far sea.” I was like, “Wow son. That’s some really poetic description of your poop.”
We were at my sister-in-law’s house and Dao wanted to watch TV. I told him, “You have to ask bac (uncle) Ky because it’s his house.” He responded, “No, it’s not bac Ky’s house. It’s bac (aunt) Tram’s house.” I couldn’t agree more.
Lil Dan started baby talk as well. The other day he was playing with my iPhone 5. He kept pushing the home button and activated Siri. Then he said something that made Siri responded, “I don’t know what you mean.” Can’t blame Siri though.
One of the nice things about have kids is that I would never run out of blogging materials. A conversation with them would spark a blog post. I wish I have more time to write down all the hilarious things they do and say.