This thread is delightfully funny. Hehe, I've got many stories about my brother from his younger years!
When he was first beginning to talk regularly he started to call everyone by their name with 'soccer' in-front of it. My Dad was 'soccer daddy', my mother was 'soccer Mommy', and a friend was 'soccer Teena,' et cetera. I had been going to a lot of kiddie soccer games at the time so we knew where he had gotten the word from but we hadn't the faintest idea of what he meant. It took weeks before we realized that he really meant Doctor, as in 'Doctor Daddy,' which was my Mom's nickname for my father at the time (he has a doctorate in Biology). It still makes me laugh!
When he was young (maybe three?) we once left him alone for a few minutes while he was finger painting. That was a lesson we learned the hard way! I was the first to come back into the room only to find that the floor, a chair, and the piano were all very thoroughly covered in blue finger paint! When asked, my brother explained that he thought the piano would look better if it was blue. Fortunately everything was laquered wood and easily cleaned with water, with the exception of the piano keys. They are wood with a sort of plastic/enamel covering on the outer surfaces, but when one is depressed you can see exposed wood on the sides of its neighbors. My brother had been very thorough and painted these untreated wooden areas as well. The blue paint remains there to this day! I play the piano so I see it constantly. It used to bother me but now it makes me smile.
He's still up to all sorts of shenanigans but they are of a more useful variety. As I was typing this he knocked on my door to tell me that he has made a pizza for dinner. Mmm mm
I am here to learn! :)
Last edited by WalnutPixie; 11-09-2012 at 07:05 PM.