Entry FeedSon Two is home with me today. I took him to the doctor's to ensure that he was OK to travel. We got the green light. YEAH! I don't know exactly what we would have done if the recommendation was not let him fly, since this is a family vacation and we are all going. Luckily, I didn't have to make that decision.
After the doctor checked him out and left, Son Two asked about the cotton balls in the jars.
"Can I have one?" he asked.
"Sure, just put it in your pocket." Yes, I stole a cotton ball from the doctor.
Son Two squeezed the cotton ball, turning it all around in his hand. Then he lifted it up to his nose and sniffed it.
"What does it taste like?" he asked.
"Don't eat it! It's a cotton ball. You are not supposed to eat it."
I suppose it makes sense from a five-year-old perspective. Candy is often in jars. Gum Balls, cotton balls.
In the car ride home, I went over the lunch menu. "I have hot dogs."
"I can't eat hot dogs. Hot dogs come from cows, and cows are meat. We can't eat meat for Lent."
"You don't have to give up meat for lent" I tell the boy with the low iron count, "you can give up other things."
"OK, then I'll give up pancakes, boogers, and potato chips 'cause they're all bad for you."
"Burgers?" I asked the boy who has never eaten a burger in his life.
"No. Boogers. From your nose." OK, I am not arguing with that one!
Later we were talking about Daughter's dance class today, and how today is the last day to decide if she wants to participate in the year end concert. If she chooses not to, then I get my costume deposit back.
Last time we discussed it, she answered with an emphatic no, but you know how quickly kids change their minds.
"Yes! With curtains, on a stage, with my teachers and everyone."
Great. Until Son Two said, "I don't want to go and watch her concert."
"How many of your hockey games and practices has she gone to watch, without complaint? You can go to one concert and support her." Bravo for me! Great logic mommy.
Son Two thinks about it, then answers, "This is the way I look at it... How many of Son One's hockey games have I had to go to. I don't want to go."
That is some logic for a five-year-old. I answered the only way I knew how, "It is 4 months away. We'll talk about it later."