They Said He Was Some Kind of Scientist

I'm thinking Cody might grow up to be an engineer, or something. Lately, he has been obsessed with all appliances--the dishwasher, the fridge, the oven, the washer/dryer, and in particular, his good friends Hair Dryer, Big Vacuum, and Mini-Vacuum. The broom is ok, too, but it's not as good because it doesn't need a "SOCKET! NO NO NO NO NO TOUCH!"


He can say the names of all these things, by the way. We stopped counting his new words at 600 words because it has gotten just ridiculous. He can say anything we can say -- usually perfectly -- and he says it ALL, ALL the time. Serves me right.Anyway, he has developed a particular, and peculiar, attachment to my hair dryer. He takes it out of the drawer every morning and says, "MORNING HAIR DRYER! Plug it in?" He plays with it awhile (not plugged in, of course) and then eventually says, "BUNK BED! NIGHT NIGHT HAIR DRYER!" He pats it, kisses it, and tucks it in. The same goes for Mini-Vac and Big Vac, each of whom has its own bed, and gets greeted, kissed, and tucked in. Every day. Many times a day.



And today was the crowning glory. He loves to go to the "CLEANERS!" because inside they have "SO MANY HANGERS!" and "HOT IRON! HISS! STEAM!" Well, we dropped off some stuff today, and the sweet ladies there (who love him) giggled when he said, "HI HOT IRON!" and promptly took him off the counter and disappeared backstage.


He had the best time, and soon a whole gaggle of workers surrounded him, and he began blowing kisses to his entourage.


"Mini-vacuum! Tired! Cuddle? Bunk bed! Night night, mini-vacuum!"