I Don’t Like It Park!

Stuffed animal pile jumping!

In case we weren’t sure we had a two-year-old in the house….

“Isaac, are you a baby?”
“NO!”
“What are you?”
“I’m a TWO!”

“RAR!”
“Oooo, are you a baby lion?”
“Issac NOT a baby lion! Isaac baby DINOSAUR! RAR! Daddy Dinosaur! RAR! Isaac baby dinosaur! Rar!”

“Isaac, let’s go to the park.”
“NO! I DON’T LIKE IT PARK!”
“You don’t like the park? Yes you do.”
“NO! I DON’T LIKE IT PARK!”
“Yes, you do like it. You love the park.”
“I DON’T LIKE IT PARK! I DON’T LIKE IT PARK! I DON’T LIKE IT PARK!”
“Too bad, we’re going to the park!”
“NOOOOOOOO! I DON’T LIKE IT PARK! I DON’T LIKE IT PARK! … Oooh, park! I like it park!”
“But you just said you don’t like it park. Do you like it park?”
“Yeah! I like it park!”

In other news, Isaac can recognize the words: eat, STOP, Isaac. He continues to love Blankie, Coffee Bear, Doggie, and–most recently–elephant. They are inseparable. Isaac is a big fan of Dad, waving to Dad’s helicopters (“HI DAD!”), pushing his cozy coupe up and down the driveway, trying to stay in jammies all day, and being my buddy. And “I don’t like it!” everything. What do you expect?! He’s TWO!