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?
We received an email from Schechter about their preparation for celebrating Chinese New Year. Apparently, Pilim is making a dragon for a parade and rabbit hats. Mama reacted: “I’m so glad we’re sending him to this Jewish school to learn Pagan rituals.” Eitan replied, “It’s ALL going to happen, Mama.”
I’m pretty sure he’s speaking from a parade standpoint and not a theological one.
Eitan doesn’t always draw anything specific. In fact, when we ask him what he drew, more often than not we get the answer: “it’s only beautiful.” So true!
Eitan is in transition. At school, we’re told he sleeps during rest time. At home? Not so much. Here’s an exchange following a recent rest time at home.
Eitan: Are Nana and Papa here?
Me: Not yet. It’s still still early. You didn’t sleep.
Eitan. I slept. I sleep with my eyes open.
Eitan proceeds to shove his face, eyes wide open, into my own.
Eitan: And I talk when I sleep.
We went for a hike yesterday at the Building Department. First we looked at the trucks, of course, but it was very windy and uncomfortable. I said “once we get in the trees it will be less windy”.
Eitan replied, “the trees aren’t open, mama.” So true!
“Sorry, I meant the forest.”
Dada added, “that’s open for business!”
“That don’t look like challah, mama. You gotta do more to that”
Eitan really hates water on his sippy cup. The problem is that most of the time it is his spit. So every time he takes a drink, there’s more water! We recently had this conversation:
Mama: “Eitan, what do you do at school about water on your cup?”
Eitan: “My best”
This might be difficult to parse, but this is my guess. When Eitan complains about water on his cup at school, his teachers say “Just do your best.” Apparently, he does!
Eitan insisted we count to one hundred together today. I was all in and started counting with him. His participation was variable, but meaningful. When we got to 88 he took a deep breath and said, “you count to one hundred. I out of me breath.” And I did!