We “check” Eitan five times at night before he goes to sleep. There’s always too much conversation during these checks, but this was one of my favorites.
Eitan: “Mama can I ask you something?”
Me: “Anything”
Eitan: “I love you more than anyone in my class”
Me: “I love you more than anyone in the universe”
Eitan: “I love you that too”
Eitan: “I have to poop. I can go meself [pronounciation].”
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Eitan: “There’s pee in here!”
Dada: “That’s okay, you can poop in someone else’s pee.”
Eitan: “No I can’t”
Dada: “Yes you can”
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Dada: “Come to think of it, that’s probably your pee.”
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Eitan: “There’s pee in here!”
Are we really doing this again?
Eitan recently (and briefly) stopped eating MadeGood bars. We asked why and his response was, “they’re too chocolate chippity.”
Seriously???
Eitan’s ability to pick up idioms is impressive – at least to us old people. The other day, Rich pointed out to me that some mold appeared to be growing on some dried flowers. Eitan came over to take a look but after about one second declared, “I don’t want to be involved in this.”
Me neither, kid.
Eitan was playing a game where he leaned a couch cushion against the edge of the couch and walked up it. We warned him, “be careful!” Of course, the cushion slipped and he whacked himself on the edge of couch. His repsonse?
“That was unexpected!”
Eitan likes to have a frozen waffle in the morning for breakfast, but tends to forget about while he watches his morning TV show. He frequently asks me to reheat it for him. One day, he complained that I burned it (it really wasn’t burnt, just crispier). Getting fed-up, I responded that he could go make his own. His answer? “That’s just an expression for really hot, mama”.
Ok, then. Enjoy.
Eitan has been shouting “SOB!” a lot when we are playing. I chose to ignore this, since I felt that asking questions would only encourage this behavior. I didn’t have the courage.
Rich, however, was less careful and more practical. One day, I heard him casually ask Eitan what he means by “SOB”. I held my breath. “It means you need help, Dada,” was the response.
“Oh, you mean SOS, Eitan!”
“Yeah”
The resolution was excellent. Glad it wasn’t me, though.
Eitan still doesn’t understand the idea of addition, but infinity is a concept he gets. When I put him to sleep, I used to say “I love you more than anything.”
He added on, “more than anything in the universe.”
Then he started saying “more than anything in the universe universe universe universe universe universe universe”
So I changed to “I love you more than infinity and beyond.”
Now he says, “I love you more than infinity and beyond beyond beyond beyond beyond beyond beyond.”
Four year old’s always win :).
Eitan knows that after fifth check at night we don’t come back in, and it’s time to rest. The goal being sleep, of course.
The other night he was having a lot of trouble, and talking to himself. We heard snippets such as “Bennett please play with me.” and “how do I play with them?”. So of course, when the call to me came, I went in to have a little discussion.
First, I got a big story about trouble playing with Bennett and Asher. I suggested asking them how to play. Hard no. I suggested asking a teacher to help play with them. Some hesitancy, but he didn’t like that idea either.
Finally, I said I would talk to his teachers in the morning. He gave me an innocent look and said, “this didn’t really happen, mama”.
GO TO SLEEP, Eitan.
I love you.
I have been trying to choose a paint color for our primary bedroom. I showed Eitan some paint chips in the car the other day to see if he could help. My theory was that under-thinking things may be better than over-thinking them. Apparently, that is not the case:
Me: “What color do you like for our bedroom, Eitan?”
Eitan: “I like all of them, mama”
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“And it doesn’t matter to me if you choose the wrong color!”