3.75 is the age of absurdity

Absurdity entertains me. That's why my celeb crushes tend to run more toward Tom Green than Brad Pitt. It's why I've been an SNL fan for decades, fully embrace Portlandia and totally dig Flight of the Conchords. It's part of why I married Jon Olin and why I'm psyched to be living in the age of viral video. It's also why I love age 3.75.

The connections made by a 3.75-year-old brain are absurdly entertaining to me. Lately, Kai's been making some bold statements that keep me smiling—like these three random ones, just from the last two days:

• "I can say poop. Because I'm in the bathroom." (Said tonight just before starting to brush his teeth. After announcing that he could say poop did not actually say poop again.)

• "My daddy and I went on a kayak. And had a bagel." (Said to my parents via FaceTime today, 2/3/2014. The lake is frozen. This bagel was consumed on a kayak in July 2013).

• "You know what I like about Legos? Making a dinosaur out of Play-Doh." (Said 2/1 while playing with Legos, which apparently need better branding.) 

I suspect that some of stream-of-consciousness conversation makes complete sense in his not-quite-four-year-old brain. Maybe it something to do with a not-fully-formed frontal cortex. Or something like that. 

I suspect that these super-cute idiosyncratic sayings will soon fade away (into another stage that will enthrall me in new ways—I know from my experiences with J). But I've been doing my best to keep capturing them—and I've been doing a decent job of it, thanks to a fab app called Notabli, which is designed to do just that ("Save the story of your kids."). Check it out.