Small glimpses into my life with odd, but fun, children.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

I'm going to write a note!

Anyone who's even briefly met my 5 yr old daughter probably has heard that she hates boys. If you haven't met my daughter, don't fret - I can sum up her world view in 3 words that I hear from her constantly: I HATE BOYS!

This morning she was playing with her brother and our neighbor's two kids (making the group total 2 girls and 2 boys), and the topic of boy hating inevitably came up. The conversation was funny, especially with the boys joining in to agree that she definitely hates boys, while they were playing games with her and generally having fun. I won't bother trying to recreate the discussion here, but I will give you the following gem that emerged from it...

5 yr old: I'm going to prove how much I hate boys by writing a NOTE about it! Do you hear me? A NOTE!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

He's gone wrong.

My 3 yr old has the strangest thought process, and I'm at a loss to understand it. We'll be having a normal (for a 3 yr old) conversation, when suddenly he'll bring up the most incongruous statements... here are a couple of examples:

example 1)
The other day he was helping me do laundry...

Z: I'm a good helper, right?
me: you sure are!
Z: I did a great job putting soap in!
me: you sure did!
Z: My sister is a good helper too
me: yep!
Z: and my bigger sister is a good helper sometimes
me: Usually
Z: and Daddy helps when he comes home
me: That's right, he does. We all help each other.
Z: Not spiders. Spiders don't help at all. Spiders are useless.

At that point he left the room, leaving me totally confused.


example 2)
The dog had been playing with the kids, and Z was describing the situation to me...

Z: Kashi kissed my ear and my nose! She loves me!
me: She loves all of you kids!
Z: Yes, but she loves ME!
me: everyone loves you, because you're so sweet!
Z: I know that! You love me, and my sisters love me!
me: and Daddy loves you too!
Z: I know Daddy loves me! and Grandma!
me: yep, Grandma loves you to!
Z: But gloves don't have hands.

Again he quit talking and just left the room. I have no idea where that came from, and, while he is correct, I have no idea what empty gloves have to do with who loves him.

My only guess is that he's trying to find a way to end the conversations, and has figured out that mentioning the first thing that comes up in his mind throws people off so they just stop talking. As confusing as it is, I think it's hilarious, so I hope he keeps it up.