Blog on the Run: Reloaded

Wednesday, July 30, 2003 7:23 pm

Cement mixer! Whiskey! Sexy!*

Filed under: Hooper — Lex @ 7:23 pm

Hooper, who is about to turn 2 1/2, is a delightful toddler in many ways and for many reasons, but one of the things that delights me most about him is the enthusiasm with which he greets any example whatever of a familiar, beloved object. It doesn’t even have to be an object he owns. In a voice unmodulated in volume or pitch by even the slightest trace of perspective, he will joyfully squeal as we drive, “DADDY! CEMENT MIXER! ISSA BEEEEG CEMENT MIXER!” (Everything he sees these days is BEEEG, including the perfectly normal-sized squirrel in the back yard.) “DADDY! ISSA RADIO TOWER! ISSA BEEEG RADIO TOWER!”

*No, my son does not actually call out, “Daddy! Issa whiskey! Issa BEEEG whiskey!” This is, of course, a play on what an English-impaired Iraqi supposedly said to advancing American troops: “Democracy! Whiskey! Sexy!” However, Hooper does recognize, and specifically identify, the beer truck that pulls up at the restaurant across from his day care most mornings. I hope never to have to explain to Social Services how it is that my 29-month-old son can identify a beer truck because I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t believe me.


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