Buddy is in the habit of attempting to raid the fridge for whatever strikes his fancy, usually the (formerly) low-shelved Juicy Juice boxes and Baby Bel cheeses instead of the low-shelved mini apples, Celmentine oranges and water that his sisters prefer to munch on. Catching him in the act, I scolded him while shutting the fridge door, "No, Buddy! No more juice today!"
"What happened, Buddy? Did you get hurt?"
"YESH! I wanted JUICE!"
"So you are angry and frustrated? If your feelings get hurt, you can say 'That makes me frustrated.' Ouch is for when your body gets hurt."
"No - ouchy, ouch, ouch! I want a JUICE!"
"How about 'That makes me mad?'"
"OUCH!!! You don't give me a juice!"
Sighing, I enlist help from Drewdad. "Is there an exclamation for "I want juice and you won't give it to me?"
Drew: "Buddy what do you say if you bang your toe?"
Buddy: "You cry."
Drew: "What do you say if you want a cookie and you can't have one?"
Yaya, commenting after I finished singing along to Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, "Oh, no! I didn't know you like to sing the blues!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
San Antonio Riverboat tour guide: "About 1 block north stands the Alamo..."
Yaya: "Wait! What? The Alamo is HERE? One block away? THE Alamo? The one I learned about? I can't believe it! I thought it was so far away! Can I SEE it? Like, I can really look at it? What? There are TOURS?!"
Recent media events are impossible to hide from the girls, but we keep them as sheltered as we can. We've had several conversations about why people might do really bad things, which has led to discussions of many reasons why bad things happen - theological reasons and etc., but also of psychopaths, who are people that are very different than the rest of us in that they don't have empathy or any real emotions.
So one afternoon, Yaya was playing outside and was very frustrated because some small garden spiders had built webs on her little playhouse. Drewdad removed one, I removed one, and Yaya was getting increasingly anxious about encountering more of them. My inclination is to comfort and Dad's is to teach - a combo that usually works well. After I soothed her, he encouraged her to go back and play and examine the spiders or let them be or remove them herself, thinking that this would help decrease her anxiety.
A few hours later, she brought this up with him. "Daddy, why did those spiders keep getting on my playhouse and making me mad?"
"Yaya, the spiders just are there - they live everywhere outside. They aren't going to hurt you. They don't try to ruin your playscape; they don't get mad at you or really have any feelings."
Yaya says, "Oh! I didn't know spiders were psychopaths!"
Buddy had some little birthday favors shaped like tools - a hammer, a drill, a screwdriver, and a saw. I let him pick out one to play with and we put the rest of away for the party, which was, of course, entirely unacceptable in toddler-land. After careful consideration, he chose a saw. But a few minutes later, he wanted a hammer. So what I heard all afternoon was "I NEED a hammer to HAM WITH!"
Buddy, to himself, while playing with Andy's key cord:
"Uh-oh. Daddy's going to be mad at us, I think." (cord retracts). "Uh-oh. I broked it. Daddy's going to be mad at us. I fix it."
Buddy, leave Daddy's keys alone before you get into trouble.
"I broked it again. He's going to be weally mad at us. I just look at his wallet. (finds driver's licenses and examines picture and reflects to himself, "He thinks he's a person." (lol - what does Buddy think he is - an alien?) "I gonna get some money...he pwobably needs his money...I gonna watch this Deevahdee (DVD) ovah heah."
Daddy walks around the corner..."Buddy, what are you into?"
Look who showed up at the baby party this morning! He climbed right onto the platter of cupcakes, snatched one up, and ran up a tree with the cupcake pick still attached and everything! How rude! lol Fortunately, the kids already had their treats so noone had to choose between eating squirrel leftovers or go without.
Today we made cupcakes for Buddy's "Ocho de Mayo" playgroup birthday celebration tomorrow (It's a cross between fiesta and vehicle themes). He was so excited all day and had had a really hard time waiting for the cupcakes to cool so we could ice them and he could finally add "spwinkles" and "twucks." Yaya finished her homework in time to help out.
Buddy says, "Are there enough twucks for my cupcakes? P - S - O Cupcakes?" (because psocupcake starts with a silent pso, don't ya know?
Buddy: "Yay! My cupcakes!"
Yaya: "Mmmm cupcakes. Do we have to wait til tomorrow?"