Tuco is at the age when he imitates a lot of what he sees and hears, which is mostly great. There is a new imitation performed every day, but my current favorite imitations are as follows:
1. Tuco and I were playing in the yard, and I picked up some maple tree seeds (we sometimes call them helicopters) and threw them up into the air, so Tuco could watch them fall. He didn’t seem to get it, but he started picking up grass and trying his best to throw it into the sky. That little arm trying to propel that little hand up high is mighty cute. He worked so hard at it too.
2. I had an empty paper towel tube, and I talked into it for Tuco. He smiled and so I said “ah. ah. ah. ah.” into it. Ah. ah. ah. ah. is a sound Tuco likes to make and imitate. He will almost always say it if someone says it to him. Anyway, I said it and handed the tube to Tuco. He looked it over, put it up to his mouth, and ah. ah. ah. ah.-ed into it. We had a good long giggle fest over that. I hope he’ll still be into it tomorrow.
You want to know my least favorite imitation? You got it.
As I buckled Tuco into his car seat in the grocery store parking lot, a gust of wind blew my door open into the car that was parked next to us. Without thinking I said, “Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t,” softly, but out loud. (I checked the other car, and there was no damage, for the record.) I turned back to Tuco, who looked like he was simultaneously staring off into space and concentrating really hard, and he said, “Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.”
Son of a b!
Now let’s all forget about my poor choice of words in front of Tuco by looking at a couple pics.