We were leaving Nana and Papa’s house at about 8:45PM. Eitan said, “I think we’re going to get home at 9:10. Mama you guess too!”
I responded, “I think 9:15.”
We got home at exactly 9:10! I told Eitan we should take him to Vegas, and he said, “Yeah, and I can guess the time it takes to get there too!”
Sympathetically. Eitan now does everything sympathetically. Last night, I asked him if he was in his pj’s yet, and I heard, “I’m drying my tush sympathetically!”
Good?
Mama: Eitani, your eye is red. Is it hurting you?
Eitan: No, I was rubbing it a lot
Mama: Ok, let me know if it hurts
Eitan: I rub this eye in winter, summer, and fall. I rub my other eye in the other season.
Mama: Spring?
Eitan: Yeah that one
Mama: Ok, that sounds like a good plan
Eitan: Want to see Bob? [in Minecraft]
Mama: Who’s Bob?
Eitan: My wife!
Note: Bob turned out to be a Pirate Villager
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.
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