Is that a word?  Tweetable.  I ask my wife that question all the time….”Is that tweetable?”  She serves as an amazing filter when mine is broken.  Not just because she is concerned for my reputation, but also hers…and I suppose our children’s as well. 

Kids say funny stuff.  Like every other parent worth their salt, I believe that my kids are amazing.  Therefore, I want to show them off, all the while cognitively convinced everyone else will find them as remarkable, adorable, and brilliant as I do.  Parents just do that. 

So I tweet the stuff they say…so much so that several people have asked me if I’m going to give Ezra his own twitter feed…to which I reply, “No, then I would have to come up with my own material.”

Calla has a whole lot to say, but at 18 months, most of it is sign language…the rest of it is “Momma,” “Dadda,” “Edtha,” “Grammama,” “baby,”  “buhbye,” “wake up,” and of course “Elmo.”  It won’t be long before she is dropping lyrical bombs.  Ezra on the other hand is almost 4 and has all kinds of things to say about life.  And if any of you follow my tweets (that word still feels weird to say out loud or in this case, type), you might know that a great deal have to do with poop and booty.  The rest is generally about music.  He is a boy.  Boys just do that.

Kids are incredibly observant and I think that should be celebrated.  They see life in a beautifully simple way that we need to be reminded of and take joy in…even if its just your son saying, “Daddy we DO NOT put poop in our food…that would be reeeesgusting.”  Its honest and truth.  Deductive reasoning says that makes him a truth teller.  Kids call it like they see it.

Kids are also super creative and imaginative.  Anything is possible.  It blows my mind how the same ordinary toys can one day be “robots watching over me” and the next be a drumset that dominates our entire living room.  His imaginary friends are named Eblitz, Eblit (definitely a different entity), Faloolahoop, and their daddy, Mike Motorblender.  They each have a rather elaborate story and seem to possess the gift/power of shape shifting.  Its amazing.  No one has convinced kids to stop dreaming yet.

Someday, maybe years down the road, Ezra will go online (if they still call it that) and find tons of quotes of his and video of him playing guitar in his underwear (the best way to play when at home…I repeat, at home) and it will keep him from running for president…or it may tell a completely different story.  One that says his daddy loves him, thinks he is amazing, and is his biggest fan.  I know the fact that my dad loves me, is proud of me, and would do anything for me has shaped my life and I’m thankful for that.  I’m thankful for him.  I’m thankful my mom journaled all kinds of hilarious things my sister, brother, and I said while growing up.  I love that journal because it reminds me of how much my mom and dad love me.

My kids will continue to say stuff that makes me smile and laugh, they will continue to challenge me with their innocence and endless questions.  And the way a child sees life is something that we all need reminded of…and that makes it tweetable.