We experienced a terrible tragedy recently. Or should I say quagedy. A beloved friend of Thing 3 had a terrible accident and he was very upset as a result. Interestingly, the accident came at the hands, literally, of Thing 3 himself. In a scene reminiscent of Lennie Small from Of Mice and Men, Thing 3 accidentally ripped the head off his bath duck.
To his credit, I have never seen Thing 3 so genuinely apologetic for damage that he caused.
R.I.P. Mr Duck
So we were talking about Sesame Street. How Elmo is in every one, but not when I was a kid.
I used to watch the Count, who doesn’t seem to be part of the show anymore. Is Count politically incorrect? But I digress.
Thing 2: Daddy is old
SuburbanDaddy: Oh really? How old am I?
Thing 1: You were born two years after they freed the slaves
While many in the working world are dreading this rainy, dreary, traffic-filled Monday morning, I am not. Oh, it’s certainly not because of what I will be doing today. I look forward to my job about as much as, well, since many of my co-workers and boss read this, I’ll just say there are worse things I could be doing all day for money.
No, what makes me so happy on Monday morning is what I won’t be doing today. After spending the last 63 hours without a minute of peace or time to myself (also known as the weekend), it’s nice to think about sitting at my desk for hours without any crying, whining, screaming, fighting, cleaning, or interruptions. That is, until Friday, when I will have had enough of the “calm” that is my job and look forward to another 63 hours away from it.
It’s an endless cycle.
Parents try hard to pass on to their kids what they feel is important. They want their kids to grow up to be well rounded, functioning members of society. And they want them to have a bit of culture and style.
With three brothers ahead of Thing 4, SuburbanMommy wasted no time instilling important life teachings to her daughter. At just one year old, Thing 4 already has a genuine love for shoes. We often find her in the closet going through the shoes, walking around with them, and sometimes, putting them in her mouth (she’s one year old).
And now, she has also become very fond of Coach handbags. Much to the delight of SuburbanMommy who has never met a Coach anything she doesn’t like and has the closet to prove it.
And never wanting to be upstaged by his sister, Thing 3 is also partial to Coach bags.
Or, as they refer to it in politically correct preschool: Happy Green Day.
Here is Thing 4, dressed in green, enjoying a ride on her birthday present from SuburbanGrandpa.
Researchers recently found out that kids prefer the taste of food that comes in a package with cartoon characters. Really? I had no idea. Oh, is this the reason they put all the Sponge Bob mac & cheese boxes at knee level where Thing 3 can grab it as he is running down the aisles at the supermarket?
My kids are already well conditioned by brands and advertising. By the age of 3 they all knew Starbucks, McDonalds, and Target and ask for them by name. Except, of course, Thing 3 who defies any kind of conditioning and marches to his own beat. He absolutely loves Lucky Charms, at least we call them Lucky Charms, but in fact he will only eat the store brand “marshmallow oat cereal”. And trust me, he can tell the difference just by looking at the cereal in the bowl.
This is starting to get a little creepy. First we had a surprisingly good visit to the dentist on Wednesday. And then today, a similar experience with Thing 3’s haircut.
I thought I would follow up on the post earlier this week where I was dreading a trip to the dentist with Thing 3.? It went nothing like I expected.? This is often the case with Thing 3.? He is truly one of a kind and you never know what he will do.? Sometimes that causes trouble.? But sometimes it’s a pleasant surprise.
It took a little time and convincing, but we were able to get him to
1. Sit in the dentist chair
2. Sit by himself
3. Let the hygienist brush his teeth
4. Let the hygienist FLOSS his teeth
5. Let the hygienist put flouride on his teeth
6. Use the suction tube which he absolutely thought was the funnest thing ever
7. Let the dentist count and check his teeth. The dentist said the official count was 20, but Thing 3 insisted he has 40 teeth. We did not dare argue with him.
Unbelievable. Now, if we can only have this drastic turnaround next time we get his hair cut.