Beaux and Spruce were given prize possessions this evening. Balloons.
Generally I avoid helium balloons like the plague, but after an entire day of fighting with Beaux over simple things I had pretty much lost the will to live.
He spent the entire evening with the balloon. First it had to be tied to his wrist, then to his frog, then to his wrist again because it was choking the frog. The balloon went to the bathroom, flew around in the car and just happened to cause a 'whacking fight' in the backseat with Spruce's balloon. Apparently from all witnesses present, it was not Beaux or Spruce's fault but the balloon that caused the uproar.
Finally we arrived at the apartment. We get out of the car and Beaux looks up at the sky and lets it go. I panic. That's parenting 101. You must NEVER let the balloon go outdoors! Geez...this is going to suck.
I look at Beaux and ask why he let it go. He says, with a certain confidence, "I gave it to Nana. She would wike it."
And that was it. The balloon went to Nana. Done.
What an awesome little boy...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Oktoberfest
Some things are just not fun with kids. Oktoberfest is definitely one of those events...
But, in typical Beaux-fashion, he found a way to bring light to the evening.
There was an authentic German band playing the original German music. Perfect dancing music for a 4-year-old. But this darling little boy in a skeleton costume decided to join in and dance with Beaux. Oh no. That wasn't flying. Beaux took one look at the kid and said, "You're not scawy. My brodder isn't scawed of you eider." The kid just looked at him in udder bewilderment as he wasn't really even old enough to understand that he was suppost to look scary.
I took Beaux aside and told him that the little boy just wanted to play with him and that he needed to be nice to him.
Beaux: "But Momma. I don't wike him."
Me: "Why not?!"
Beaux: "Because he's a boy. I wike girwls. Boys like girwls and girwls wike boys. That's how it wowks. I wearned that in school."
Thank God for that Catholic education...
But, in typical Beaux-fashion, he found a way to bring light to the evening.
There was an authentic German band playing the original German music. Perfect dancing music for a 4-year-old. But this darling little boy in a skeleton costume decided to join in and dance with Beaux. Oh no. That wasn't flying. Beaux took one look at the kid and said, "You're not scawy. My brodder isn't scawed of you eider." The kid just looked at him in udder bewilderment as he wasn't really even old enough to understand that he was suppost to look scary.
I took Beaux aside and told him that the little boy just wanted to play with him and that he needed to be nice to him.
Beaux: "But Momma. I don't wike him."
Me: "Why not?!"
Beaux: "Because he's a boy. I wike girwls. Boys like girwls and girwls wike boys. That's how it wowks. I wearned that in school."
Thank God for that Catholic education...
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