2) He has also been totally random. For example, we have these bath markers that draw on the bathtub wall. Usually he wants me to draw a digger, but one time this month, he demanded that I draw Peppa Pig. "I can't," I said. "I don't really know how to draw a pig, much less Peppa." "Just twy!" So I did. I drew...something. It might have been vaguely pig-shaped. Fuzzy was not pleased. "I don't like dat face. Dat face belongs to a tiger dat lives in Afeeeka."
3) I was eavesdropping as The Pit was reading to Fuzz. Describing something in a book, The Pit explained, "They are British. I am American. Are you American too?" Fuzzy responded in the negative, "No, I'm not." "What are you then," The Pit asked, and got back the best answer ever: "Difficult."
4) I was in the shower one morning, sick and coughing. Fuzzy came in very concerned: "Mama, are you going to fow up? I will make you feel better!" He disappeared, and came back carrying the mug of water I had left by the bed. "Here Mama, dwink some water. Dwink all the water 'till you feel all the way better." After I assured him that the water was helping, he left again, only to come back with a tissue to wipe my nose. This was accepted with profuse thanks, although I was dubious as to its usefulness in the shower.
5) In another sickness-related incident, Fuzzy found The Pit's beard trimmer charger. Not knowing what it was, he plowed ahead anyway. "Mama, bend down so I can take you temperature!" I obliged, and he stuck the charger vaguely under my arm. I asked him what it said, and, with full confidence, Fuzzy pronounced, "46 hours ago!"
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