Two things happened this week that have me scratching my mama head.
First, The Middle One came racing home from school, shed his layers and took off upstairs, leaving all gear in his wake. I called him back downstairs and this is what happened:
ME: Hey bud please put your book bag and coat on the hook.
Middle One: I had to pee.
Me: I know dude, I’m not mad. I’m just saying now that you’re done come back down and put the stuff away.
MO: I did.
Long Pause while I stare speechless at his coat and book bag in the middle of the dining room floor.
Me: Um. I see. Um. (Points to bag.)
MO: Sheepishly grins, tucks chin into chest and hangs up bag and coat.
What the? Did he think I didn’t see? Did he hope I’d forget? What the?
Incident two happened with The Baby. Upon leaving school the lovely preschool Director gave The Baby a Tootsie Roll. He quickly asked for one for his sister, brother, mom and dad. How sweet is he to think of all of us? What a dear.
She obliged and he left with his mittened hands stuffed full of Tootsie Rolls.
We got in the car to run errands right from school. Here is what I heard from the back seat:
Unwrapping of paper. Chewing and then,
The Baby: Oh man, that was Brother’s candy.
Unwrapping of paper. Chewing and then,
“Oh man that one said Sister on it. Shoot.”
This went on for the remaining Tootsie Rolls.
Once he said, “gosh mom I keep getting everyone else’s candy.”
As if this was a strange mystery.
Finally, after the last Tootsie Roll was demolished, he sang out, “Yay, I finally found mine. I thought I lost it but that last one said Griffin,”
I’m sorry, you thought you lost your Tootsie Roll? Mysteriously you kept pulling every one else’s candy out of your pocket and rather than put it back you were forced to eat them until you found your own? Just so we’re clear, his answer was yes to both of these questions. Also somehow our names were written on the candy so he knew which was which.
I ask you, are these boys devious miscreants in training or just boys? Either way, I am officially outsmarted.
The middle one is a typical boy. The needs of (if its acceptable for a mommy blog; penis) will always take precedence. Any means necessry will be used as required. At some point the multiple showers a day will kick in. Just be happy that he is at least bathing on a regular basis.
The young one is just brilliance. First you con the teacher out of more tootsie rolls for benovolent reasons then proeceed to eat them all while vocally explaining to those who may care why it was acceptable to do so. Such calculated planning and execution at a that age is stunning. But be afraid. be very afraid.
HILARIOUS!
I love The Baby's story! I am laughing out loud and just thinking how I can totally see my 3-year-old doing the same thing with such sweet innocence.