So here is life according to Will-
No matter how many times you tell him that his full name is William Allen Turano, he simply will not have it, he claims loud and proud, " My name is NOT William Allen, it is Will." And don't even think about calling him a baby the way an old friend I ran into said to me a few days ago " Oh, is this your baby?" Will grumbled, " I am not a baby." She tried to play with him and make it up to him, but he was too offended to even look at her after that comment.
No matter how many times you explain to Will that the sun, and moon were made by God, for everyone, he declares over and over, " The sun belongs to Brooke, and I don't like it, it burns my eyes." Then a few min. later he goes on and on about how the moon belongs to him, and he knows how to find it. Will looks for the moon every chance he gets. He even exclaims, " There is my moon!" Of course things change with Will every few days, he did actually say one morning, " Mommy, I like that sunrise, but it is Brooke's."
No matter how many times you go over how Grandma and Grandpa are two different names for a boy and a girl, Will refuses to believe it. He thinks they are like twins...and he will call them Grandpa and Grandpa, and he will even add references to explain himself like: The Grandpa with black hair, or the Grandpa with white hair. One day we were at Grandma Pack's house and Will asked me, " Where is Grandpa?" I kept saying, just in the other room Will. Finally he said, " No, where is Grandpa's prince, the boy one Grandpa?" I said, " Oh, he is at work!"
According to Will my whole purpose is to be his Mommy and protect him. He told me this a few days ago. Will came up to me out of the blue and said, " Mommy, you are my Mommy, and you have to protect me or I will die." I just agreed with him, but quietly followed him into the other room, only a few steps behind him to find out what in the world I needed to protect him from that was going to make him die. Well sure enough, Will had a bag of cough drops he had hidden in the corner and was about to eat the bag like candy. When I asked him what he was doing he said, " I think your medicine is yummy."
In Will's world all you need is a super hero costume and you suddenly grow huge muscles and have webs that come out of your hand like Spiderman. He keeps telling me I need to get a " big one costume " so that I can fight the bad guys with him!
I get corrected by Will non-stop, because I am just not up to par with how things run in his world.
His cousin Eli is not really Eli, but Lehi, and he refuses to call him Eli even after months...he says, " No, it's Lehi, not Eli!"
Frosting is a regular condiment. Requests to have frosting on bacon is not a surprise to me, and although he doesn't get that one...he does get frosting on a waffle on occasion. And, in Will's world you can not leave the frosting accessible to him. I made this mistake when making cakes for Brooke's baptism, and Will came into my bedroom with frosting covering both hands all the way!!!! He said, " Mommy, it's just like Daddy's gel."
And lastly, the word " really" is like using a bad word in Will's dictionary. Whenever you respond to him, " Really?" after he tells you a story, Will either screams or almost cries and says, " No, not really!?" and then re-tells his whole story again. I guess he thinks that means that we really aren't listening.....
I guess I shouldn't be surprised he does all these things...after all, apparently I have my own world too ;)
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