Birthdays and boys

My birthday on Saturday started with typical 3-year-old-isms. The conversation when they woke me up went something like this:

Me: It's my birthday. What did you get me?
Them: Present!
Me: What present?
Them: Poo Poo!

And that was about right too. Nevertheless they were quite happy with the pumpkin cake I made myself (baking lessons come next for Jack!) and Jack had them trained to wish me happy birthday when I returned from work at 8 that night. Isaac still wants every day to be someone's birthday and thinks that by saying it's his we can keep blowing out candles.

Isaac is also fond of the other boy in his class named Isaac (who would have thought that with so many Ethans, Isaac would end up as the one with two!). He refers to him as "more Isaac". This morning when I dropped them off, I asked them what they wanted to play with (the teachers leave various puzzles and games scattered around for kids to settle themselves into). They plopped right down next to Isaac who himself said a loud "Hi Isaac!" (while looking at Ethan).

I do wonder if the other kids are able to tell them apart. I presume the teachers can now since we've stopped putting name tags on them and they can still recognize them from a distance, usually. We are supposed to have parent-teacher meetings next week and I am looking forward to that. They seem to be settling in well and interacting, but I'm still curious whether the teachers see them as behaving age-appropriately in a social setting.

Out of all the treats they got for Halloween, I'm pleased that the one they are liking the best is the dinosaur egg the library was giving out. They loved putting them in the water and checking later to see the heads popped out. Now they'll wake up in the morning (if they're in our bed, which they usually end up in by morning), pop up and say "go see baby egg!"

Okay, am fresh out of cutisms for today (I need an outside observer to help me notice and remember!).