Copying Grace yet again, because that’s how I do.
Preschool started this week and at first I was all ‘yay!’ and then I was all ‘boohoo my babies are growing up and leaving me!’ and now I’m all ‘yay? I think?’ It’s been confusing. Forrest seems to be loving it, and as soon as he emerged from his classroom at pickup yesterday, he shared his most exciting tidbit from the day . . .
Forrest: Mama! I pooped-ed in the potty and my teacher wiped-ed my butt!
Forrest: Then I pooped-ed AGAIN and the OTHER teacher wiped-ed my butt!!!
I hope those kind souls are well-paid. Note to self: teach wiping skills.
After getting a suggestion from Lisa on my facebook page to check out Revlon Super Lustrous (her favorite drugstore lipstick), I picked out what looked to me like a nice classic red lipstick and put it on when I got home from the store. Forrest entered the room a few minutes later and . . .
Forrest: Whoa!!! What is on your lips???
Me: Lipstick. Do you like it?
Forrest: (thinking) . . . well, I guess I fink it is pwetty intewesting.
a few minutes later, Darcy started whining and . . .
Me: What’s wrong, Darcy-bean?
Forrest: I fink she hates your lipstick.
a few minutes later still . . .
Forrest: Hey, I have a gweat idea!
Me: What is it?
Forrest: You could get a napkin, and you could wipe that lipstick off! Isn’t that a weally gweat idea?!
In the car on the way back home after a particularly challenging shopping trip with lots of naughtiness and scolding.
Forrest: (huge sigh) Mama, I’m tired of being naughty.
Forrest: Hey Mama, do you know how to spell OK?
Me: (deeply impressed that he made the connection between the sound of the word ‘OK’ and the letters involved) How?
Forrest: You write an ‘N’ and an ‘O’ and that spells OK.
After spending a few hours making roughly 4 zillion cupcakes for Forrest’s birthday party, I left them all lined up on the counter and collapsed on the couch. Forrest saw the cupcakes and asked if he could have one—I said no, he couldn’t eat one until the party. A few minutes later, I see him walk by with a half-eaten cupcake in his hand.
Me: Forrest! Are you eating a cupcake?!
Forrest: Yes I am.
Me: You asked if you could have one and I said no!
Forrest: I know dat. But I said yes.
Later that same night, while I was tucking him in bed . . .
Me: What was the best part of your day today?
Forrest: When I stealed-ed a cupcake.
Me: What was the worst part of your day today?
Forrest: When I stealed-ed a cupcake, and I was very sowwy.