On Wednesday he starts telling us about this "really bad guy" at school who pokes other kids in the eyes and wouldn't let him play with the brown firetruck. We asked him of course what this child's name is and he responded Natcher. Natcher? Not the name we had ever heard of before so my wife asked him if it was supposed to be Thatcher? No it's Natcher says our son.
My wife works out at the Y with one of the teachers and so she asked if there was a child with a name like that in the class and she says no, but they did have a kid poking kids in the eye the other day by a different name. Last night we asked our son if the kid poking others was this other child and once again he responded that it was Natcher.
We just kind of blew it off. Later on when it's almost bed time and our son is sitting on the potty my wife asks him if he is finished and he replies, I'm Natcher. Apparently in threeyearoldese Natcher is the way you say "Not sure." So all along he was trying to tell us that he was "not sure" of the other kids name. My wife and I had a good laugh about that one.
-Doc
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"My name is Natcher. Patrick Natcher. Yes Moneypenny I will have a gripe juice. Shaken, not stirred."
Or is HE NATCHER? One can never tell.
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