Tuesday, March 09, 2004
I made Benny a plate of strawberries cut in half. One of them was ENORMOUS.
Benny: Oooh, that looks like it must be a big one!
Me: Yep.
Benny: You eat it. So that's a big one so you eat it.
Me: Okay. (I ate it, and it took two bites.)
Benny: OOOH MOM YOU EATED IT TWO TIMES! YOU EATED TWO TIMES ON ONE STRAWBERRY!!!!
Just thought you all should know that I eated two times on one strawberry because I know you wouldn't want to miss that exciting world event. Here's another anecdote, while I'm at it... Yesterday I took Benny with me to take Sadie to the pediatrician. He has been spoken to with great severity concerning sharing in the waiting room ever since the day he kicked me and had to be dragged away screaming "MINE MINE" over some bead maze or other. So now he is extremely pious and holy about sharing. We went in, he noted some kid playing at the table, and went over and played happily and cheerfully for about 15 minutes, then we went in. I noticed they were playing with some little action figures or other. So last night he's in his bed:
Me: What's your best thing today?
Benny: Going to the doctor.
Me: Really? What did you like about that?
Benny: I shared with the little boy! And I like sharing with the little boy! And I played guys with him! And the guy went down the chimney!
When I think about the endearing excitement with which he recalled playing "guys" with that little boy, I want to cry with love. He needs a good playmate. What's wrong with me that I didn't get his mother's phone number? Ack.
Benny: Oooh, that looks like it must be a big one!
Me: Yep.
Benny: You eat it. So that's a big one so you eat it.
Me: Okay. (I ate it, and it took two bites.)
Benny: OOOH MOM YOU EATED IT TWO TIMES! YOU EATED TWO TIMES ON ONE STRAWBERRY!!!!
Just thought you all should know that I eated two times on one strawberry because I know you wouldn't want to miss that exciting world event. Here's another anecdote, while I'm at it... Yesterday I took Benny with me to take Sadie to the pediatrician. He has been spoken to with great severity concerning sharing in the waiting room ever since the day he kicked me and had to be dragged away screaming "MINE MINE" over some bead maze or other. So now he is extremely pious and holy about sharing. We went in, he noted some kid playing at the table, and went over and played happily and cheerfully for about 15 minutes, then we went in. I noticed they were playing with some little action figures or other. So last night he's in his bed:
Me: What's your best thing today?
Benny: Going to the doctor.
Me: Really? What did you like about that?
Benny: I shared with the little boy! And I like sharing with the little boy! And I played guys with him! And the guy went down the chimney!
When I think about the endearing excitement with which he recalled playing "guys" with that little boy, I want to cry with love. He needs a good playmate. What's wrong with me that I didn't get his mother's phone number? Ack.
