Poor Trey has to live with the fact that his dad loves to mess around with words and unfortunately "Trey" is easy prey for word play (and rhymes apparently).
He's growing up fast. I remember holding him nearly non-stop for the first two days of his life in the crook of my arm. Visitors would come in and ask if they could hold him and I would tell them no. Now, even if I can get him to sit still, it takes two arms and a lap to even attempt to hold him. Sometimes to tease him, I would pick him up and rock him and call him my baby boy.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a Trey. I'm a big boy," he would say.
"Fine, but you'll always be my Trey-bee boy."
Now, his mom calls him Trey-bee all the time. Poor kid.
He did get back at us the other day. We were in the car listening to the radio and Britney Spears' song If You Seek Amy came on and Trey was singing along.
Love me, hate me
Say what you want about me
but all the girls and all the boys want to
If (F) you (U) seek (CK) Amy (me)
He got back at her because she doesn't think it's appropriate for a 4 year old to be singing lyrics like this. He got back at me because apparently I'm to blame for this corruption. In my defense, I did point out that he's not going to be 4 for much longer. His birthday is in two weeks and he'll be five. It's like when you can see the speed limit sign ahead for a faster speed and you start to accelerate so you're going that speed exactly when you get to the sign. She countered that she didn't think it was right for a 5 year old either. I'm still working on my counter to that counter.
Speaking of which, Trey's preschool graduation is on his birthday, or as he refers to it, his Gladulations.
I'm thinking that's a tri-word (or do I dare say a Trey-word?) combo for "Congratulations, I'm Glad you're Graduating." He says it every time and has no idea how cute we think he is when he does. Parents are weird, you know.
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