To him they’re balls…

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Ethan talks when he was 10 mths old but only walks unaided when he was 14 mths. Now at 18 mths old, our daily conversation goes like this…

Ethan: Mummy, Atan hungi. Make milk, piss. (Alright, it was suppose to be ‘please’ and yes, he calls himself Atan! And yes, he can talk THAT much!)
….Got his milk.
Ethan: Lie down, dink milk. (dink=drink)

He has a tendency of telling me what he is doing.

Ethan: Baby walk. (Telling me he is walking)
Ethan: Baby cry. (Yes, he even tells me when he is about to cry!)
Ethan: Baby jump. (A dollar for those who can guess what he is doing! :P)

He also likes to ask questions and answers them himself.

Ethan: Where, where Daddy? (With both palms up)
Ethan: There! (With finger pointing to Daddy)

Ethan: Where, where Mummy?
Ethan: There! Kitchen! (Or sometimes when he is confused, ‘kitchen’ became ‘chicken’! n vice versa)

When Daddy’s about to go to work.

Ethan: Where, where Daddy? (With both palms up)
Ethan: Werk. (I don’t think he has the idea of where Daddy’s work place is!)
Ethan: Bye bye, Dadd–dy.

His favourite game since he was younger is hide n seek. He’ll hide something and seek it himself!

Ethan: Where, where hands? (Hiding his hands underneath the pillows)
Ethan: Tah–dah! (Showing off his hands, and I am suppose to kiss it to show how glad that we’ve found his hands back!)

Ethan: Where, where legs? (Hiding it between the sofas)
Ethan: Tah–dah! (And I am suppose to kiss it?!)

Ethan: Where, where ball? (Hiding a ball under my tees)
Ethan: Tah–dah! (And what am I suppose to do now? Kiss the balls?)

And recently….

Ethan: Where, where ball? (Me wondering, coz he has not hidden any balls!)
Ethan: Tah–dah! (Tapping my chest!)
Ethan: Balllllllllll!
Me: (Almost fainted!)

Aiks! Maybe because I stopped BF him since he was 3-4 mths, he did not recognise my breasts, and now that he is an eager explorer, feeling them, he thought they are BALLS hidden underneath my tees!!!!

So… help me please!!!