Sometimes I think that we have an odd child - the broccoli and carrot snack incident supports that theory. I hear tales of children who absolutely refuse to wear coats or jackets, no matter how cold the temperature or how rainy the weather. Not mine!
As I write, it is 67 degrees F outside. It feels good but I won't go so far as to say it is cool; it just feels much better than the morning temps of 80 that we recently experienced. The high today is forecasted to hit 90 so it is in no way time to break out the parkas. But try telling that to A. He announced this morning that he needed to wear a jacket to school because it was cold out. 67 degrees is cold? To whom, a Floridian?
I told him - honestly, I thought at the time - that he didn't have a jacket to wear. He has outgrown last year's jackets and I have yet to get him another one. It is, after all, mid-September in Georgia and jacket weather is not an imminent threat. He insisted that he needed a jacket and opened the door to the hall coat closet, where he spied his bright yellow raincoat. I bought it last year off Ebay and although it is labeled a size 4T, it is the biggest 4T anything that I have ever seen. And it now will probably fit A just right. So he started his campaign to wear the raincoat to school and I dug in my heels. I had forgotten about the gargantuan yellow raincoat but at this point, it was a matter of principal. He didn't need to wear a coat of any kind!
So A left without any outerwear, which was a terrible situation in his mind. As he and J left the house, I could hear him start up about how he was shivering. That's our five year old Drama Queen!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
He said what?
After I meet the school bus each afternoon and we walk back to our house, A has a snack. He is usually hungry and since I have no idea at what time he has lunch at school*, a snack is a good idea. He has a glass of milk and either some Nilla Wafers, fruit juice snacks or fruit. But yesterday, he asked for something completely different.
Wednesday was not a good day for A. I think that Grandma leaving for her home bothered him more than he cared to admit; he came home in a cranky mood and with a notation from the teacher that he had misbehaved in class. We went to Tae Kwan Do class that afternoon and he had trouble focusing - even Master Shim noticed. So we all decided that Wednesday was an "unkus" day for A and that Thursday he would do better.
Yesterday, Thursday, he had a great day. He woke up in a good mood, was all smiles when he got off the school bus and proudly told me that he had been a good boy in class. When I congratulated and hugged him, he asked if he could have a special snack since he had done better at school. I said that would be fine, within reason, and waited to see what he would request.
A opened the fridge door, pointed to the crisper drawer and said, "I want veggies! Can I please have some broccoli and carrots?" BROCCOLI and CARROTS? That's a special snack? After I regained consciousness, I said "Sure you can" and fixed his special snack. He has always been a good eater but I never thought I would hear him choose vegetables as a special snack.
Just when you think you have heard it all, you hear something you never thought you would hear.
*During the first week of school, I asked A at what time they eat lunch each day. He looked at me like I had sprouted antlers and said, "At lunchtime!" Silly, silly Mommy...
Wednesday was not a good day for A. I think that Grandma leaving for her home bothered him more than he cared to admit; he came home in a cranky mood and with a notation from the teacher that he had misbehaved in class. We went to Tae Kwan Do class that afternoon and he had trouble focusing - even Master Shim noticed. So we all decided that Wednesday was an "unkus" day for A and that Thursday he would do better.
Yesterday, Thursday, he had a great day. He woke up in a good mood, was all smiles when he got off the school bus and proudly told me that he had been a good boy in class. When I congratulated and hugged him, he asked if he could have a special snack since he had done better at school. I said that would be fine, within reason, and waited to see what he would request.
A opened the fridge door, pointed to the crisper drawer and said, "I want veggies! Can I please have some broccoli and carrots?" BROCCOLI and CARROTS? That's a special snack? After I regained consciousness, I said "Sure you can" and fixed his special snack. He has always been a good eater but I never thought I would hear him choose vegetables as a special snack.
Just when you think you have heard it all, you hear something you never thought you would hear.
*During the first week of school, I asked A at what time they eat lunch each day. He looked at me like I had sprouted antlers and said, "At lunchtime!" Silly, silly Mommy...
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