Wa wa wa waaaaaah

We were at the SF Ferry Building yesterday and got some sorbet.

I dropped B's on the ground.

He looked down at it and sang:

http://sadtrombone.com/

Um, I can see you.

[category: boring but awesome]

B kept picking at a spot on his face, making it bleed. Today I told him to stop picking it. He kept on and I scolded him. Then he grabbed a pillow, put it over his face, and proceeded to pick under the pillow. I told him, "Dude, I can still see you." And he glanced up guiltily.

Now, I'm sure this happens all the time in families across the globe. That it's a normal occurrence for a "typical" child to hide his face behind an object to disobey his mother. BUT, the fact that he actually thought that I wouldn't know what he was doing under the pillow because (he thought) I couldn't see it - well, it's sheer genius to me. Most of you reading will know why. Those of you who don't, read this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sally-Anne_test

Sheer genius, I say!

Smooch!

Me: B, come give me a kiss.
(B approaches, giving me his forehead to kiss)
Me: I wanna kiss your lips!
(B gives me his forehead)
Me: I want a lip kiss!
B (pointing to forehead): This is lip!

Open & Shut Case

After a long ride with lots of prep for B's behavior at the store, including an elaborate plot by me to create a "let's see who can find the most Super Mario Bros. stuff" game, we learned the store was closed.

Me: OH NO! The store is closed! We're not going to be able to play the game, B, the store is closed. What are we going to do?

B: Um . . . . we can open it!


*****

Also today (this is less entertaining but a first for us so AMAZING), we went swimming with some friends. When Daddy came home B ran to the door: "Hey, Daddy! I went swimming with Jost!"

Just three months ago we were discussing annual goals with his team of teachers/therapists and we all decided that retelling recent events might be a little ambitious for the year . . . . so, yeah, amazing.

I'm gonna eat you!

Wowza.

B was just eating a snack of applesauce and pretzels, and I was thrilled that he offered to share the pretzels with me, so I started a little game and, man-oh-man, he JOINED IN!!!!

Me: Thanks for sharing, B! High pretzel (pushing pretzel toward him)!! Like a high five with pretzel!
B (hits his pretzel with mine, then looks at the pretzel): Hi, pretzel! :)
Me (laughing): Hi, pretzel!! I'm gonna eat you!
B: Fi, fi, fo, fum . . . I'm BIG! I'm gonna eat you pretzel!! (eats pretzel with flourish).
Me (laughing in amazement).
B (getting another pretzel): Mommy, fi fi fo fum, I'm BIG!!!
Me: I'm gonna eat you pretzel!

A bit later:

B (grabbing a broken pretzel, sliding it along table): Hey, Mommy, this is a pirate!
Me: Oh, it's a pirate ship?
B (giving me the pretzel): this is a pirate ship!
Me (singing): I'm a pirate ship and I'm sailing on the ocean . . what's that I see there? It's a great white shark!!
B (PICKS UP HIS SPOON, "SWIMS" IT OVER TO THE "PIRATE SHIP" AND "CHOMPS" THE SHIP!!!!)
Me (stunned!) Then, "naughty, naughty shark!"

We do it again. Then I take the napkin holder and fish for the shark/spoon, catching him, throwing the spoon off the table.

B: Mommy, shark fell down!

So awesome. Then we pretend to be great white sharks and creep/crawl into the living room to attack daddy.

Like I said, WOWZA.

Need anything?

Daddy (from the other room): B, I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?

B: Yeah. I need a hug.

PWEASE!!!

The other day we were playing Mario Kart Wii and B was being especially bossy about which characters/vehicles we chose. He was screaming and demanding and we told him we couldn't play until he calmed down and asked nicely.

B: I WANT THAT ONE!!!!
Us: B, we're turning the game off if you can't calm down and ask nicely.
B: I WANT THAT ONE, PWEASE!
Us: (ignored)
B: . . . . I SAID "PWEASE!"