The H-Bomb is a funny, opinionated, talkative, perceptive little person lately, and he says and does things that crack me up on a regular basis. I feel like I should walk around with a notepad to try to remember them all, but instead I'm just going to jot them down here.
1. The other day we were driving home from preschool and there was an enormous sigh from the back seat. "What's the matter, kiddo?" I asked him. More sighing. "Life is SO. HARD." He even kind of flipped the back of hand up to his forehead, as if he were too fatigued to bear it for one. more. minute. I didn't have the heart to tell him that hanging out with his friends, doing crafts and getting a hot meal and two snacks a day is pretty much as good as it gets.
2. On Super Bowl Sunday night we got the Bomber into bed right around his regular time and had him tucked in and lights out by 7:45 PM. Larry had DVRed the game, so he was watching and I hung around with him in the living room until about 9:45, when I decided to head upstairs and fold laundry. I was standing in the bedroom folding, when I heard noises that I thought were the cat, coming from the craft room (which is attached to the bedroom by a big walk-in closet). When I went in there, though, I found the Bomber, sitting on the floor with my super-sharp lefty scissors, my Xyron sticker maker, and several sheets of $1.00/page scrapbooking paper. He was just a-hummin' and a-cuttin' and a-stickerin'. Until he looked up and saw me standing the doorway. The look on his face when he realized he was busted was absolutely priceless. Larry later asked him what on earth he'd been thinking... "I wasn't tired! And I wanted to craft!"
3. Two Fridays ago I took the day off work and went with the preschool on its annual field trip to the circus. I took H out of school for the rest of the day, and we went McDonald's (which is a major treat for him, since we very rarely eat there) and got a Happy Meal, and then sat in the park and ate it. Then we headed to AC Moore, where H had a conversation with the cashier.
Cashier: "So what have you been up to today?"
Bomber: "We went to McDonald's!" :displays Happy Meal toy:
Me: "And what else did we do today?"
Bomber: "Ate in the park!"
Me: "What about before McDonald's?"
Bomber: "Um... went to school...."
Me: "What about after that?"
Bomber: "Um...um...went potty?"
Me: "What about between school and potty? Maybe something with elephants?"
:blank stare:
"Acrobats?"
:more blank stare:
"CLOWNS?!?!?"
Bomber: "OH. Yeah, we went to the circus."
The cashier was hysterical that a four year old could possibly have forgotten the circus within three hours of going there. Next year, I guess we'll save the $35 bucks for the circus tickets and overpriced popcorn and go straight for the Happy Meal.
4. This past Friday morning I got a call from the preschool that the kiddo was complaining that his throat hurt. The teacher said I didn't need to come get him just yet, but she'd monitor him through naptime and let me know. Around 3:30, which coincidentally was just after the Valentine's Day social ended, she called back and said he was really complaining now, and could I come get him "to take him to the doctor." When I got there, he was having a great time playing with his friends, until he saw me, and then he put on his best woe-is-me face and stuck his lower lip out. "My throat hurts!"
He complained about his throat as we walked down the hall, until we got about 10 feet from the door. Then he stopped and said "when we get home, I think I should lay down on the couch and watch TV." I agreed. "Or maybe play a little Wii." When I explained that little boys who are sick do not play Wii, he told me "my throat only hurts a teeny teeny little bit. I think I could stil play Wii." He was very disgruntled when I told him home sick from school=rest on the couch, not Wii playing. I don't think his brilliant "get Mommy to pick me up early on a Friday afternoon" plan worked out nearly as well as he was hoping.