My boy is so literal that having a conversation with him can be funny. Here are a few cute interactions we’ve had lately:

Me: (After seeing him fall down) Buki, are you hurt?
Him: No, I’m not Hurt, I’m Buki.

Me: We can watch this movie since it’s Saturday.
Him: No. It’s not Sadder day, it’s Happy day.

Me: Do you want me to fast forward this part of the movie?
Him: No. Not four-ward. One-ward.

I mentioned that Buki has to ensure that we are happy at all times. He has now taken it to a whole new dimension. This story involves human excrement. You have been warned.

Our toilet decided to clog itself the other day after a number two (won’t say whose). I plunged, but it did nothing to help the water go down. My Buki tries to help and makes it worse when he flushed the toilet a second time. That’s when icky water started flowing all over the floor. We ran for our lives, of course. Wouldn’t you?

I tried to clean up the mess but just started gagging and had to leave. Later in the day, I open the downstairs bathroom to find that shit water has flowed down the air vent (who puts an air vent on the floor of a bathroom?!) and rained down on everything in the downstairs bathroom, including into the sink that doesn’t drain. Love.

But Buki, ever worried about my emotional stability, felt the need to ask me every time I yelled or got upset about the bathroom situation, “Mommy, are you happy?” Oh yes. So very, very happy. At least Buki brings some humor to the situation.