At preschool on Tuesday, while he was sitting on the potty, Ryan and I had the following conversation:
Ryan: Mom, am I a whale?
Me: No, why?
Ryan: Whales have blowholes, and water comes out of them. I have a penis and pee comes out of me. So am I a whale?
:-)

I spiked Ryan's hair today, and he looked at himself in the mirror. He said 'Mom, my hair is standing up. When it is night-night time, you need to tell it to lay down and go to sleep.'
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I kept him home from preschool today. He has bronchitis again and is on antibiotics.
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He was using the potty this afternoon and told me 'Mom, I pooped so much that my butt is tired and needs to take a nap.'

My Day So Far

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Questions, question, questions. While I'm happy that Ryan is so curious and interested in learning, the incessant questions are driving me nuts! It's never just one question; it is a question, then a follow-up, then a demand to know why that was my answer, then, finally, him asking if he can eat and/or fight the subject in question.
An illustration:
Ryan: (looking at an ocean book): What type of shark is this?
Me: It looks like a hammerhead shark.
Ryan: Is it a hammerhead, or does it look like a hammerhead shark?
Me: It is a hammerhead shark.
Ryan: How do you know?
Me: Because I can read, and it says 'hammerhead' right there on the page.
Ryan: How come you can read?
Me: Because I went to school.
Ryan: Why did you go to school? Did you go to preschool? Was it my preschool? Are you in my class? Did you have a shark in your class? Did the shark know how to read? Was it a good reader? Was it a hammerhead shark reader?
Me: aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ryan: What was that sound? Why did you make that sound?
Me: Read your book.
Ryan: Mom, can I eat a hammerhead shark? If he was a mean shark, could I fight him? I would use my super  powers and go 'BANG! PSHHH! WHOA!' and then I would go 'Hi-YA!' and I would make him have a time out but then we would be friends again if he shared his fruit snacks with me. Mom, may I have a fruit snack?
Me: Sure. Here you go.
Ryan: Wow, shark fruit snacks! Hey Mom, what type of shark is this?
Me: (opening bottle of Advil) *sigh*
The best part: This all occured before 7:30am.

Mystery Solved!

Muncle Mike came over for dinner on Friday and asked Ryan where he first heard of the name "Mat Treamer".
Ryan replied 'The Backyardigans, where Uniqua goes to the library'. Eureka! We watched this last week! "Mat Treamer"is actually "The Masked Retriever", a librarian who turns into a superhero and gets back overdue library books. Now as for how his turtle got the name "Rexal", we may never know.
                      

Ryan's beloved turtle ride-on toy, which has always been called 'Turtle', now has a new name: Rexal. I've also been informed that Rexal is a girl turtle.
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He was taking his shoes off this afternoon after we returned from doing errands. He was wearing his yellow-with-blue-robots socks (the boy loves 'pretty' socks, not just boring white ones) and as he took his feet out of the shoes, he said 'Look, Mommy- my foot chicks just hatched out of their shoe eggs!'

 Ryan has started referring to himself as "The Mat Treamer". This appears to be some sort of super-hero figure, because he's always flying around and saving animals from bad guys. I have no idea where it came from, but he's very specific about it; I mispronounced it the other day and he corrected me, indignant that I got it wrong.
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 His obsession with all things fish continues. He has a wonderful memory and loves to tell people about the different fish that he sees at the pet store or Bass Pro Shop. He's usually correct in his identifications, too.