Eitan wants to get a computer so he can play Minecraft Java Edition on the TV. He knows our computers aren’t powerful enough for more than one player, however. He told Papa about this recently:
“We need to get a computer that’s strong, Papa.”
I love his use of the word strong to mean powerful. It’s not one an adult would ever use, but it means the same thing!
In response to a book where a character stopped picking up pennies because she was so rich, Eitan declared “I still pick up pennies. You know, because they’re out of stock.”
He’d been told pennies were no longer being made, but I love his consumerist spin on this fact!
Over the past few months, Eitan has gotten really into making up and playing out stories with a trio of tiny axolotl toys he obtained by persuading his grandparents to purchase a slime set which included them. Eitan named the axolotl he plays with the most Rainbow while I was bestowed the honor of naming the remaining two. So, of course, I named them Pinky and the Brain.
While Eitan enjoys exploring new adventures, the winning storylines tend to stick around. One such recent “adventure” which has lasted had all three (!) axolotls marry and travel to various international destinations for their honeymoons. There was very little concern from Eitan into whether or not this was allowed, so good job on being open-minded I guess?
The family name we decided to go with? The Dangers.
Mama: How was double Hebrew today? At least you’re done for the week!
Eitan: I actually kinda like double Hebrew now… and regular Hebrew too.
Mama: That’s great!
Eitan: I’m almost done learning all the letters and then I can read the whole Torah.
*Proud mama glow*
Dada: Mama, why was there so much snow in the car’s radiator this morning?
Mama: I don’t know… oh yeah, I had to pull into a very tight spot last night. Is that bad for the car?
Dada: No
Eitan: What if water gets in the engine?
Dada: That’s bad for the car.
Eitan: What happens?
Dada: You probably need a new engine.
Eitan: there’s only two places that do that, one in You Nork [New York] and one in South Dakota.
While driving home from school one day, Eitan questioned when he would no longer be required to use a kids’ car seat. I reassured him that he was already, in fact, old/large enough to graduate to a booster seat, but that wouldn’t cut it. He was determined to stay in the car seat until he was big enough for the regular “adult” seat. The following conversation ensued.
Dada: You are about 5 inches short.
Eitan: Okay. That’s like 5 days. I grow 1 inch per day.
Dada: That would make you 29 feet tall!
Eitan: How tall would you be?
Dada: If I grew 1 inch per day? (Performs quick math…) About 150 feet tall. That’s how I know you can’t possibly grow 1 inch per day.
Post tub drying time is a great opportunity to practice words you’re not supposed to say.
Eitan: Hamas sucks.
Dada: We don’t use that word.
Eitan: Hamas is stupid.
Dada: Ok. I’ll allow that.
Eitan: I hate Trader Joe’s.
Dada: We don’t use that word either.
Eitan (leaning in close): You’re a Trader Joe.
Going back to school after Thanksgiving break is hard. Eitan claimed he was “sick”. To get him to go to school, I told him he could go to the nurse and come home if he felt worse during the day. Of course, I get a call at 1:30 with a little boy asking to come home, and the nurse telling me there’s no fever. So I sent Rich to pick him up. When he got home we had a little talk, and I explained that this could only happen when he’s coming back from a long break, since that is hard. He responded, “I probably won’t feel well when I come back from Chanukah break either.” Fair warning, mom!
I overheard this conversation between Eitan and his friend Z during a recent playdate.
Eitan: I have money.
Z: How?
Eitan: I have an allowance.
Z: What’s an allowance?
Eitan: It’s when you get money and you don’t have a job.
Z: Wait, but how did you get to do this?
Eitan: I asked my parents. You can ask your parents.
Z: My parents don’t let me have money.
Eitan: How about I give you 2 dollars?
I still can’t decide if I’m proud or embarrassed!
Mama: Eitan, what do you think of my new lipstick?
Eitan: mmmm it’s pretty nice. You might look better in blue or red though