If only I had known. If ONLY! We could've stocked up the last time we were at Costco. He is definitely not deficient in lycopene. The ketchup bottle has become our favorite friend. If given one hundred opportunities to plunder through the refrigerator, he would ALWAYS choose the ketchup. This love affair has been brewing for some time. I've been trying to ignore it. Trying to stop myself from thinking that ketchup is not good enough for MY BABY. But you can't stop love.
This'll make you wanna cook up something good every night ... just so you can watch the two of them clean up.
In other news ...
Today The Goose and I went to the park (again). The park is one of my favorite places because there are always other moms there. Other moms who can commiserate with me about how hard it is to wrangle a toddler into shoes and socks. Every five minutes. Or how glorious it is when they have a good nap. Simple things, really.
Today we met Mae & Evan, best friends of the three-year old variety. At first, I was enamored. We met Mae upon our arrival. Beautiful Mae, with two braids and blue eyes and an announcement: “My best friend is Evan. She's on her way.”
"Great!" I said. What could be better when you're three than meeting your best friend Evan at the park?
And then there was Evan, or “Evvy” as she’s known to those in the loop. You know that book The Devil Wears Prada? Well Evan could be the heroine in a spoof on that title: The Devil Wears Gymboree. Pink shirt, denim miniskirt, pink tights, pink shoes with bunnies on them, pink & white hair bow.
When Mae saw Evan, she made bee line off the swings ... running toward her ... and Evan was doing the same. It was the sweetest thing I have seen in a long time.
Five minutes later …
The Goose grabs Evvy’s water bottle. And granted, it was HERS! And it was special and fresh and sprung from a volcano somewhere in Europe. But she had abandoned it under the monkey bars, and he found it. And there was no ketchup around … and you know how the song goes … “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.”
But then she grabbed it back: “MY spring water.”
“She’s right,” I said to myself (and Goose). “It’s her bottle and LOOK here’s this beautiful oak leaf!” He’s sobbing.
Five minutes later …
Goose is attempting to climb the stairs to the slide. Evvy and Mae approach. Mae slides by him ever so sweetly. Then Evvy. And just as she’s right above him, looking down, she looks at him with this evil, evil eye and says, “WE can go up faster than you, Little Bitty.”
Remember Kim Laden (pronounced like Bin Laden)? Out she comes, ready to pounce. But then in the distance I hear Evvy’s mom saying, in a sing-song voice: “Evvy … are you being POLITE?” Kim mutters, “No, she’s being a bully.” But alas, it falls on deaf ears. Thus, the first bullying occurs, just like that.
Now, for some reason, homeschooling sounds so appealing. I just cannot bear a bully. The way she said “Little Bitty”! Like “bitty” is a noun! Like sticks and stones can break his bones, but names can never hurt him! As if! Where do they learn this? Or is it just the nature of some kids?
Oh well. Tomorrow: AUSTIN!!!!!!!!! I hear they have a low occurrence of bullying in public parks there.
2 comments:
Ooooh, wee! What a perty boy. Pretty soon he's gonna open that bottle and learn how to squeeze it to suck up bath water. And then he'll squeeze it all out and you'll have one big mess.
But it'll be so cute.
I love this picture. It's a keeper.
Okay, but who names their DAUGHTER Evan? No one she is such a pill.
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