I was reminded last night while we were at Late Nite Pie (a fun for everyone kind of place- pizza, pool, ping pong AND a huge outdoor kids area), that my nearly-two-year-old son is a man trapped in a toddler’s body.

We are at this great, kid-friendly place- sand, trucks, playhouse, springyhorseythingy, bigwheel and more. Where is Nash? He is in the corner drooling over the weedeaters they secretly stashed out of sight. He is trying to play pool. He is stacking and unstacking the big, plastic crates used to ship two-liters or something, like they’re legos. He wants to go inside. Anything but that kids’ stuff.

I looked over at one point and saw him on the springyhorseythingy and shouted, “he’s a toddler, look, he’s a toddler!”

When we go swimming, he would rather not swim. I have to hang out at the pool pump where he’s having his own pool pump party. He also likes to challenge himself to a good game of “who’s patio can I break into” when we break into a pool in a complex- I don’t know where he learned that behavior.Nash LOVES tools, workmen, trucks, construction sites, orange tape, blue collars.

And he scoffs at those pretend tools for BABIES. He wants real tools and only real tools.

Oh, and I’m not saying this is like a man but, he even picks up after himself- look out ladies.

He has a snack and throws the paper away.
He takes off his clothes and puts them in the hamper.
He finishes his food and puts his plate in the sink.
He takes off his diaper, puts the poo in the potty, and throws his diaper away.

FREAKY.

I’m not trying to say he’s perfect- it’s not uncommon to find him hording sharp objects he knows are off limits. He doesn’t listen at all. I think he’s thinking, “don’t talk to me like that, I am a MAN, so don’t talk to me like I’m a toddler.” It’s a real good thing I am a psychology major. He was breech and it all makes sense now.