Apparently I’ve been working too hard lately, because to my surprise, I have come to find that my son is in fact a rock star. My son is now 2 and when he isn’t jumping off of things, dumping things on the floor, or growling at people, he is mimicking everything he hears or sees – most often his big sister. Sometimes she finds it annoying, but usually it is cute and amusing and she runs with it. He is a little wise guy and she give him all the fuel he needs to ham it up.
One such example is his recent fixation on the chicken butt joke (HIM: Guess what? YOU: What? HIM: Chicken butt!). He can amuse himself with this one for a good 10 minutes (though half of that he will be just asking the question over and over regardless of your answer – I’m guessing he is going for comic tension). He will also attempt knock-knock jokes, run around saying he is dizzy, and recite funny lines that my daughter also find amusing from TV shows.
The coup de gras, though, is his trampoline routine. An early birthday present for my daughter was this Jump Smart Trampoline and since they got it, they will take turns jumping on it for hours. It has games and music built in to keep things fun, and often it will get heavier use if a CD is playing for them. But my son likes to take it a step further – while he is jumping on the thing, he will be chanting over and over “I’m a Rock Star!”. I assume he got this from his big sister somewhere along the way, but he has made it his own – my son, the rock star.