Kyle's Whistling

The other day I was putting Kyle down for bed and I was whistling a happy tune as I gathered his pajamas and fresh onesie.

Suddenly, I noticed Kyle was vocalizing in a very high-pitched voice along with my whistling. I wasn't sure, so I talked to him a little bit in a normal voice and he just chattered back to me the same as he always does....

Then I started whistling again and there it was: more high-pitched vocalizing. I tried it a couple more times and each time the same result and Kyle looking at me with a very pleased grin on his face.

It was so cute.

Somebody's got Daddy's Number

A few days ago when Ben and I were swimming after his swim lessons, I noticed him doing something that I didn't want him to do anymore.
So I asked him, "Ben, do you need to go potty? You keep grabbing yourself."

"No."

"Ok," I said, "but if I see you grabbing yourself again, we'll go and sit on the toilet."

"Ok." And he made a very obvious effort for the first few seconds and then seemed fine.

About 2 minutes later, I thought I saw him grabbing at himself in the classic "potty dance" kind of way and so I asked him, since I wasn't sure.

"No, I'm not, Dad," he said as I noticed that he was continuing to do it obviously.

"Aw Ben, this is so sad. You lied to me about that so now we're going home."

This wasn't too traumatic because he unsurprisingly just about burst before we got to the toilet in the locker room. He didn't say much about it while we showered and got dressed, so I wasn't sure if he'd really comprehended that the consequence was no more swimming. So on the drive home, I just casually mentioned it.

"That was really sad that we had to leave the swimming pool early because you lied to me."

"Ya it was, Dad," he said very nonchalantly, "but I'm just ready to go home and see Momma some."

I got the distinct feeling I'd just been had.

That would be really sad

On our way to a picnic on Saturday, we were passed by an ambulance. Mindy and I commented to one another that we hoped no one was hurt very badly.

Not two seconds later, Ben pipes up from the back to say, "That would be really sad if a kid was hurt and had to have a doctor's appointment."

More fun with a Literal 3-year old

This morning as we were cleaning up breakfast, Ben was bringing his napkin and the foil top to a yogurt container into the kitchen as part of cleaning up.

He was getting ready to set both of them on the counter when I reminded him that those things could go in the trash.

"But I didn't use my napkin, Daddy," he explained as he put the yogurt foil in the trash.

"Ok," I replied, "you can use it again another time."

"But I didn't use it for breakfast, Daddy."

"I know. I said that it would be ok to use it again."

"But Daddy, I didn't use it for breakfast!"

"Oh, ok Ben, then you can use it some other time" I said finally getting that he couldn't use it again if he hadn't used it in the first place. Duh, Dad!

The Holy Pokey

Ben is standing here next to me as I work on the computer and listening to his Veggie Tales Backyard Party CD. One of the songs in Hokey Pokey. We've been singing the Hokey Pokey with Ben for quite awhile, but he's really getting into it tonight.

And as he belts out the chorus, a big grin is spreading across my face as he sings "Let's do the Holy Pokey!, the Holy Pokey! That's what it's all about."