Ptolemy

 

Ptolemy is small, but his personality radiates beyond his body.  His spirit is so strong, we felt his presence even before he was born!  Now that's he's here, he is a force to be reckoned with.  If I wrote down every funny thing Tolly said, I'd be writing all day.  He likes to watch Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood, but some things about the show don't really check out for Ptolemy.  He whispered to me,  like it was a dangerous conspiracy theory, "Danwell Tiger doesn't really have any neighbors."  Then he complained, "Danwell Tiger calls me 'neighbor,' but my name is Chip."  Yes, it's frustrating when televised, animated versions of puppets don't get your name right.  Life can be so upsetting!

And confusing!  We had a discussion yesterday about how old Ptolemy is.  For some reason, he has decided not to be three or eight anymore.  Now he's two, except when he wants three treats because he's three.  I asked him, "What about eight?"  He whined, "I already BEEN eight!"  Then he did his trademark weary sigh, as if to say, "You people are all idiots."  At least he didn't actually say, "You people are all idiots," because sometimes he does call people names.  He said Daddy's not handsome, he's bald, and "smart" doesn't mean gwills, "pretty" means gwills.  Smart means boys.  Yikes!  Where did that come from!?  The world according to a three-year-old who changes his age to suit his whims.  I hope he gets it all straightened out before some smart girl beats him up for saying girls are pretty, not smart.

And I think bald is handsome, just for the record!  :D