"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Poor J is so used to having his hair in a buzz cut because he won't sit still for a haircut, that he hasn't needed his hair combed for probably all of his life that he can remember.  The last haircut he got was a little longer on the top, and it's been growing.  This morning he had a bath before church and after drying him off and getting him dressed, his hair was a little scary.  I got a brush and headed out after him.  He took one look at me, and ran, screaming. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  Don't brush mine hair, Mom!!"  I tried to explain that it was only going to take a second and wouldn't hurt.  His response?  "But I NOT a GIRL!  I don't want to be a girl!"  Guess what...I still brushed his hair, and he is still a boy.

Poor J.

*How* old do you think I am, exactly?

I was talking with B in the car the other day about TV shows.  I was explaining that while we didn't have a TV at home, the Cosby show was pretty popular when I was little, and that the first Star Wars movie came out the year I was born.  She pauses, looks rather confused, and then says this:

"Wait.  Those are in color, right?  They had COLOR TV around when you were little?"

Oh dear.  I guess I'm officially old now.  :)

A Honey & A Hon

An early version of the birds and the bees talk with a 4 year old....

N (telling me about the family in the movie he watched at school today): "Ab. There was a family in the movie. I know that because there was a honey and a hon and then their son..." (Then he explained some more of the story line, which I honestly can't remember.)

Me: "A Honey and a Hon?"

N: "Yes. A lady is the Honey and she gets married to the Hon and then they have sons. That's how it works."


Then we talked about how in some families the parents have daughters...and then we left it at that.

I'll leave any further instruction up to his mom and dad. :)

This Kid Just Wants To Be Happy

Poor J does not like being sweet talked in the morning.

Me: "Good morning, buddy. Are you my sugar?"
J: *scowls* "No."
Me: "Okay, then how about my pumpkin?"
J: *scowls bigger* NO!"
Me: "Well, fine then. What are you?"
J: *wags his finger at me* "I just TID (kid) J! And I want to be happy."


I hate when the things that make us happy are polar opposites. So I guess I'll just stick to thinking my sweet talking. :)

Going Number 3?

Listening to boys and their potty talk is interesting.  So just in case you ever hear the phrase "I'm going number 3!" around here, I thought I'd share S's explanation that he gave to J today.  I'll spare you the rest of the conversation.  You are welcome.

Per S: "J, If you need to tell anyone what you are going:  Number One is pee, and Number Two is poops, and Number Three is toots."

So now you know.

Señor Sassafras

I'm not sure where this sassy pants of a son came from, because his big sister isn't sassy at all.  So he hasn't had this sort of behavior modeled for him often.  Still, he's full out attitude about 60% of the time these days.  Typical example:

J is busy wildly hitting the bottom of JT's bouncy seat (and the toy bar above it) with his dinosaur, so I calmly remind him that we don't hit things that the baby is in.  He ignores me, so I tell him again.


Me:  "J!  Mom just told you not to hit JT's chair while he's in it.  You need to stop now."  
J (in his best sassafras tone complete with eye rolls and head shaking):  "Mom.  I am not going to hit baby JT with my T-Rex.  Calm down."
Me:  "Ummm...yes.  I will "calm down" while you take your sassy mouth to time out."


And scene.