I was cleaning out a closet and came across the glass Rich broke at our wedding. I showed it to Eitan.
Mama: “Eitan, this is the glass Dada broke at our wedding!”
Eitan: “On no!”
I was cleaning out a closet and came across the glass Rich broke at our wedding. I showed it to Eitan.
Mama: “Eitan, this is the glass Dada broke at our wedding!”
Eitan: “On no!”
Now you’re getting the hang of it, Nana!
Mama: “So how do you make ice cream?”
Eitan: “First you cut up apple and banana real small and mix them up. mix mix mix. then you mush them down and mix.” *accompanied by hand motions of mixing*
Mama: “What next?”
Eitan: “Add cold flavor”
Mama: “Mmm, that sounds yummy. Then what?”
Eitan: “Flour?”
Mama: “You mean sugar?”
Eitan: “Yes, sugar”
Mama: “We need to put Neosporin on your cut to kill the bacteria”
Eitan: “But Mama, killing is bad.”
#doublestandard
The next day:
Eitan: “I want to break your bones!”
Eitan: “I four?”
Mama: “Yes, you turned four at 2 o’clock this morning.”
Eitan: “hmmm, I didn’t notice.”
Mama, at 7am on a Sunday: “What do you want to do today, Eitan?”
Eitan: “Aaah, play play play, snack, play play play, lunch, no nappy.”
Good plan… for him.
Eitan used to not be a dessert guy. Recently, that has changed. Following a relatively quick lunch, he was asked if he wanted cake. This was his response.
A few months back, Eitan enjoyed a day of “Wings and Wands” during a fairytale-inspired day at school. Since then, he’ll randomly whip out his gear and run around yelling, “Wings and wands! Wings and wands!”
More recently, I was gifted this entertaining interaction:
Eitan: How are we going to move this (toy) truck? Magic!
Whooshing noises.
Eitan: I’m not magic! I need my wand…
Runs off.
Eitan: “I hid hummus under the couch”
Mama (not believing him but happy to have a conversation): “Oh no! Did you know hummus is made from peas?”
Eitan: “Oh”
Mama: “Chick peas”
Eitan: “Oh”
Mama: “Or you can call them garbanzo beans”
Eitan: “I have to think about that”
Eitan: “When you at work, I pee with Dada. When you home, I pee with you”
Ok… but really? Can’t Dada handle a pee now and then while I’m in the house?