Mary gets very chatty in the car (perhaps because there are no toys to take up her attention). Today, she told me the following things on the way to and from dance class–which, by the way, was a fail, as she danced for half the class and then burst into tears, saying, “I have a booger and I don’t feel well!” Noted.
But, still, she told me the following:
* “My teacher says if you get blood all over the place you have to call your mama. And the ambulance.” (Turns out this is part of a lesson about safety with scissors.)
* “I danced and then I cried.” (Yes. That is true. That is what happened at dance class.)
* “Wesley can’t go to school until he’s bigger. When he’s grown up in ten minutes.” (Ten minutes!)
* “You have to be respectful of others! If someone touches you and you don’t like it, you can get up and walk away. That is respectful of others. Hollering is NOT respectful of others. You can always just walk away though.”
* Mary: “One is clean up. Two is put away the toys. Three is sit in your chair. Four is be quiet and don’t get any more toys.”
Me: “What’s five?”
Mary (mysteriously): “There is no five.”
Wesley has developed an ear infection to go with his disgusting and snotty cold. He is a gross, nasty mess–like any kid with a cold who is too young to blow his nose or remember to wipe it.
I took him to the pediatrician today and the receptionist said, “Well, Wesley, what seems to be the matter today?”
Wesley replied, “I really gross.”