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Wyatt chimes in though "Now he's all set!"
And we laughed, and to no surprise, he screamed at us. And then we explained how he sometimes says things that are just so smart, so adult, that we just have to laugh.
Wyatt settled down to a low grumble as he complained about sitting in a baby seat, aka the Burley, once again.
With this new found wisdom, this sitting on the edge of becoming five years old, there are certain things that we expect from Wyatt; like to get dressed by himself, wipe his own butt, not put things in his mouth, nose, or other accessible areas.
So, we were at a friend's house. Wyatt was playing downstairs, when he comes upstairs, crying, shouting that he put something in his nose, but he doesn't know what it was.
All the parents head down the stairs to the basement to figure out what we will have to be extracting from his nasal passages. Turns out the kids cracked open a maraca and Wyatt put one of the tiny little beads into his nose.
"Why?" we all want to know. At almost five, this is something that he should totally not be doing.
He shrugged and continued rambling on about 'how in the world we are going to find the tiny ball in his poop?'
Later that night, settling into the back seat of the minivan, driving home from our friend's house, Wyatt whispers something in the dark...
"I put that bead in my nose so I could make the shaking noise like the shaky thing."
(sigh)
Now that's some awesome (almost) five year old wisdom.