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.”
Today we took an exit and at the end of the exit there was a woman with a sign that said, “Help Me”.
Ethan says, “Mama, what dat lady’s sign say?”
I told him that it said, “help me”
And he said, “what wrong with her? Why she need help?”
I told him she was hoping people in the cars would give her money.
He said, “that lady needs to get a job to make money, like you and daddy.”
I told him some people are having a hard time finding places to work.
He said, “but, but, how she going to find a job if she sitting on the side of the road?”
“I don’t know, baby”
I guess he is my little Republican. Takes after his Daddy.
At least child labor is free.
On Sunday nights, Chris and I watch True Blood at 9pm. This show is somewhat scary for a grown up, let alone a 3 year old.
Now we know little man stays up late, so we always try to prep him for bed on Sundays with a warm bath, to no luck.
He doesn’t like ‘scary things’ so we told him that he had to stay in his room while we watched it and he obeyed.
About 5 minutes before the show ended, we hear, “Mommy! Daddy! Come see what I did!”. So we tell him we will come in a few minutes.
When we enter, he is standing there proudly, with his hands on his hips.
He said, “ta-daaaaaa!” with a smug little grin on his face and pointed to his train track. (picture taken after the fact)
We both praised him for building such an awesome track and he nodded his head, climbed up on the bed, put his hands in the air and shouted,
“I am a choo choo expert!!”
I never knew I could be so proud of someone for putting train tracks together.