This morning, we arrived early for a preschool tour at a Presbyterian church, so as we sat parked in front of the church’s cemetery, Casey said to Roan, just to drum up some small talk, “look at all the dead people, Roan.”
“Oh, wow,” Roan said. “It’s beautiful” (“bootifool”). And then, “wook, Dada, big sky.”
Roan can also say, “that’s terrible,” and, “that’s disgusting,” and the context in which he says these phrases is usually amusing, as he hasn’t quite gotten the full meaning. When the woods caught on fire in Bambi, he said, “that’s disgusting.” Another day in the car, Roan asked Casey to draw a “big crane” (as in John Deer) on his etch a sketch. When Casey passed his artwork to Ro in the backseat, Roan said, “oh, that’s terrible. That’s disgusting.”
Raising Roan 