PB&J

Dinner with Friends

...and Practicality

(continued from prior post)

Mom: So where do you think Daddy will work now?

Will: Oak Hill Manor! ...but how will he make money?

Mom: Hmm... well, that's the part we're still figuring out. :)

Perspective...

Dad: Will, I'm not going to work at Centex anymore.

Will: Yay! Good!

(Later)

Mom: Will, why do you think its good that Daddy won't be at Centex anymore?

Will (no hesitation): Because I'll get to see him more!

(To be continued...)

Red-Shirted!

We're just emerging (I hope) from a three-week period in which Will requested to wear "red-only shirts." It seems that our toy kitchen is Chuck E. Cheese's, and the larger toys in his room represent arcade games. And apparently, all Chuck E. Cheese employees wear red shirts. Solid red shirts. I've had to make several accomodations for this phase:

1) Finding a couple of new "red-only shirts" at a consignment sale
2) Allowing Will to wear a dressy red sweater vest when all his red-only shirts were dirty (Emily commented he must have been promoted to management!)
3) Even turning red shirts with designs on them wrong side out so they will meet his red-only requirement.

I am optimistic this phase has passed, and hopefully some of his other clothes will get some wear again.

P.S. Immediately after posting this, I took Will to our room to help him get dressed. He requested red-only again. {sigh}

Mom: I don't think this red-only thing is a good idea. You aren't getting to wear any of your other nice clothes.

Will: Just put them in a consignment sale. I don't need them.

{sigh}

So Unusual

Will and I were talking before bed, after having "movie time" with popcorn, which he doesn't care for.

Will: Mom, is popcorn really made from corn?

Mom: Yep.

Will: Hmmm... so something I don't like comes from something I like. That's unusual!

Family Planning

Sophie is a very nurturing two-year-old. She is always playing "Baby" with her bears and other stuffed animals, wrapping them in blankets and putting diapers on them.

After spending a weekend with our friends (http://www.thecareyclan.blogspot.com/) and their phenomenally happy nine-month old, I decided the broach the subject of a new baby with Sophie.

(LET ME STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT WE ARE NOT EXPECTING AND HAVE NO IMMEDIATE PLANS TO INCREASE THE SIZE OF OUR FAMILY. I just thought Sophie would enjoy thinking about the possibilities for a minute. I've asked Will a few times and always gotten a positive response.)

Mom: Sophie, what would you think if we had a baby at our house? Would you like that?

Sophie: No!

Mom: Really? Why not?

Sophie: I don't like babies.

Mom: But what about Liam? You like Liam, don't you? Isn't he nice?

Sophie: Yes. But I don't like babies.

Then, yesterday Andy and I were oohing and aahing over our friends Jose and Carmen's three-month-old, who we were meeting for the first time. Jonathan is a very cute baby. But thankfully, Jose and particularly Carmen are not especially fluent in English and hopefully are not readers of this blog.

Mom: Sophie, look at little Jonathan. Isn't he so cute?

Sophie: No. No, he's not.

Mom (loudly): I know, I know... he is SO CUTE!

Moral: NEVER ask a two-year-old a rhetorical question.