Ay, ay, ay.

Beautiful spring day today!  We spent the afternoon outdoors.  Asher got his first mouthful of grass, and Owen pedaled (one 'l' or two?) madly around the driveway.  I took Asher inside to feed him and Owen stayed outside to play.  After a while I hear Owen yelling...

'Moooooommy!  MOMMY!  Moooooommy!  Where are you mommy?!!!'
[Mommy ignores for a while]
[Owen runs in]
MOMMY, MOMMY, I NEED YOU!!!!
Owen, I'm a little busy right now.  What do you need big boy?
Mommy, I can't reach the axe.  I need the axe. (Owen is obsessed with all tools, and garage tools are as cool as they come.)
Um, Owen...NO.  Axes are not for boys.  Only Daddy uses the axe.  I'm sorry.
[Frustrated boy decides whether to make a scene, surprisingly decides not to and leaves.]
[Time elapses.  Boy returns.]
Moooooommmy!!!  I need help!
What, Owen?
Mommy, can you reach me the hatchet?

Ok, I don't know the difference between an axe and a hatchet.  Owen probably does at this point.  If he doesn't, has he gotten to the point of trying to get what he wants by finessing vocabulary??  I would honestly not be surprised.  But of course all of that is beside the point.  My 2 year old is asking to play with axes and hatchets when I leave him alone outside.  I think I will have to watch him a little more closely this summer than last, when he wasn't quite so exploratory.  Bummer!