Adventures in Toddlerville

Have I mentioned I don't have much of a life outside of toddlers? Although Buddy informed me he is NOT a toddler anymore. He's a big boy. But I digress...

If I've given you the impression that Buddy is the only funny kid in my life, think again. Between my own 4-year old, the class of 3- and 4-years olds I teach at church, all of Buddy's cool friends, and then the co-op preschool I help teach, I've got more blogging material than I could ever find the time to type up.

First, there was the boy in church who asked me if I've got a baby in my tummy. I assumed it was because he knew we just adopted Pee-Wee. No. He pointed at my tummy and said he asked because I am fat. Yep. That really happened.

And then the 5-minute conversation one day at preschool between the boys about pregnancy and naming babies because one of the kids' moms is pregnant. I stayed out of the conversation and just listened and about died laughing. They sounded EXACTLY like if us moms had been sitting around shooting the breeze.

This next one happened awhile ago, but is so classic I have to include it. Back during Valentine's Day we made a list of things the kids "love" for a little book they made during preschool. Most of the boys said the obvious: pirates, treasures, dragons, their moms, etc. And if one mentioned one thing, then they all included it on their list. But Buddy's good friend Conner was rather unique. He said he loved "coloring with the color pink and sitting around."

Because I can't make a list like this and not include Buddy: He was sick for several Sundays in a row and missed a lot of church for awhile. After he finally returned, I asked him if his teachers missed him and were sorry he was sick so long. He said, "They said they missed me. And I told them I didn't come to church because I was at swimming lessons." I am so embarrassed. And I've got it on my list of things to do to let them know that we do still keep the sabbath day holy.

But this ones wins for now but I know it won't come across in text as hilarious as it did out loud. I told the kids at preschool that if they ask me for a snack during preschool, I won't give them one at all. They get so pre-occupied with the darn snack, they won't pay attention to preschool and it drives me nuts. (My kids at church do it too, but I don't feel like I can be that mean at church...) So the next time we had preschool Carson said in the sweetest and most polite voice ever, "Will you please not tell us not to ask to have a snack because it irritates me and gives me a headache." Sounded JUST like his mother who is SO nice.

Too bad Buddy sounds JUST like me when he yells at people all the time.