My child is obsessed with trains. He loves them and I mean LOVES them. His world revolves around trains. When he can see them, ride them, play with them, everything.
My current world is revolving around trying to get him to poop in the potty.
I think our worlds collided today and for the good!
Today he and I were playing with his trains in his room. He said he was building an airport and the trains were taking supplies in. I was in charge of being the crane who lifted the supplies up and out of the trains.
Then, Ethan farts, loudly. He bursts into a fit of giggles. I tell him that he needs to go sit on the potty now. He freaks out because “I gotta finish my airport!”.
He’s been into MarioKart lately, so I tell him to ‘pause it’ and go potty. He, surprisingly, and successfully goes.
(don’t worry, I will spare you any other details)
As we are washing hands, he says, “mommy! My farts are like train whistles! When you hear a train whistle, you know a choo choo is coming! When you hear a fart, you know poop is coming! I get it!”
Hey. Whatever works.
So Ethan broke out in hives today, for the first time. I didn’t know what to think.
Daddy, Ethan and I were sitting on our bed. Ethan was watching a movie and Daddy and I were discussing what could have caused the spots.
Ethan sits up, puts his hands out towards us and says,
“hey! You guys! It will be oooookkkkaayyyy. Let’s watch my movie.”
And he puts his hands over our mouths.
“Ethan, let’s say your night time prayers, ok?”
“ok mommy, ‘God is great, God is good and I thank him for my pillow and pizza!’
At this very moment…
Ethan is carrying around a bag of peanuts and saying:
“I’m a nut man. I got nuts. You want my nuts? Too bad, so sad!”
So we got Ethan’s first progress report from his new preschool the other day.
As a teacher myself, I interpret this as “Ethan needs to learn to share.”
So… Fast forward to today. I say to Ethan, after he successfully let a little girl named Ellie ride his bike at the park, “Ethan, thank you for sharing your bike today. That was very nice of you!”
He says, “but I dont like to share.”
I say, “well if you share toys, you’ll make new friends.”
“I don’t want friends. I like to play by myself.”
Me-“if your friend was playing with a toy and he wouldn’t share it with you, how would you feel?”
“I wouldn’t care. Sharing isn’t fun.”