They're just....weird

Kids. They really are.

For example:

Rhyming. Aria loves to rhyme. The most common phrase that exits her mouth currently is "nuh-uh, puh-uh" (means no, in case that was unclear). The letter P is her favorite rhyming letter. She'll say "Mo-om! I want to sit on your lap, pit on your fat!" or "Let's watch a movie, pawtch a poovie." or "No it wouldn't, fro it couldn't!" (she just said that as I was typing this) or the conversation her and Nathan had the other day.

Aria: Nathan! Time for lunch, pime for punch!
Nathan: What?
Aria: Time for lunch, pime for punch!
Nathan: What!?
Aria: Time for lunch, pime for punch!
Nathan: WHAT?!
Aria: TIME.FOR.LUNCH.
Nathan: Oh.

Then there's Nathan. The world is his toilet. He'll drop his drawers just about anywhere when he needs to pee. Usually, he'll find a semi private location. Behind a tree, or in some tall grass. But the other day he went running into the backyard and then disappeared. I found him in the front yard peeing in my rose bushes. With his pants around his ankles. We're still working on the proper urinating in public technique.

One of my favorite weird kid things, however, is naming inanimate objects. One of their best-loved playthings in our house is Big Grumpy. Aria named him and he is now solely referred to as Big Grumpy. I can often find them playing swords with Big Grumpy, sitting in Big Grumpy and hiding under Big Grumpy.

What is he, you ask?

A laundry basket. A collapsible, compartmentalized laundry basket with removeable support sticks.

See? Weird.