on realizing my child is only three

Sometimes it's hard to remember that this smart, lovely child of mine is indeed a child. Banks is still a baby. A full-on baby. I guess that's how it goes with the second child, because when Benson was that age I thought he was so big! Funny. Anyway I had this conversation the other day to remind me of Benson's real age and innocence;

(I am standing at the sink washing dishes, Benson is playing with the cabinet doors)

Benson: Damadam (slamming the cabinet door)

Me: Uh Benson, what did you just say?

Benson: (silence)

Me: Benson you need to tell me what you just said.

Benson: um damadam, mommmy?

Me: Where did you learn that? (because I am obviously thinking he is swearing)

Benson: I don't know mommy I think I just thought of it in my head.

Me: Well, okay but you need to be careful of what you say because that kind of sounded like a swear word.

(Long pause)

Benson: Okay but Mommy, is it okay to say round words?

And then I started laughing. Poor thing. He has no clue.