Four year olds, as we're finding out, occasionally fixate on something. The question gets asked 50 times even though you've told them the answer 50 times. One such incident occurred near Halloween on the ride home from daycare. The weather had been a bit chilly that week and we'd busted out the warm winter coats, hats and mittens (yes this statement is relevant).
I can't remember the exact topic, but Jeb immediately deployed a distraction tactic. It went something like this:
J: Hey, Alanna what's 5 plus 5?
A: 8
J: Noooo. How many fingers do you have on one hand?
A: umm...2.
J: 2! Noooo. How many noses do you have?
A: 1.
J: Right. How many ears do you have?
A: 2.
J: Right. Now count. How many fingers do you have?
A: 1...2! I CAN'T COUNT RIGHT NOW!
She was right. She did have 2. She was adamently holding up her mittened hand at the time.....
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Spaceship
Alanna has been enamored with Backyardigans for the past several months. Their most recent episode is titled Mission to Mars. So astronaut has now been added to Alanna's "What I want to be when I grow up." Currently she wants to be an astronaut, veterinarian, teacher pilot. I think she's going to be busy.
We have these big buckets in our house for storing toys in. One is upstairs and the other downstairs. Both have now been emptied and Alanna's using them as her 'spaceship'. She sits inside with it on it's side and rocks it back and forth singing the 'We're Going to Mars' song.
The other night my mother called and I put her on the phone with Alanna in her 'ship'.
Here's how the conversation went:
A: Hi Grandma.
G: Hi honey. What are you doing?
A: I'm going to Mars.
G: And what are you going to see on Mars?
A: Martians.
G: Can I come with you?
A: No, your butt's too big!
I nearly died..I think tears were streaming down my face from laughing so hard. My mother is an itsy bitsy petite woman which made it that much funnier. I got on the phone and consoled her, "Don't worry, Mom, it's a small bucket..."
We have these big buckets in our house for storing toys in. One is upstairs and the other downstairs. Both have now been emptied and Alanna's using them as her 'spaceship'. She sits inside with it on it's side and rocks it back and forth singing the 'We're Going to Mars' song.
The other night my mother called and I put her on the phone with Alanna in her 'ship'.
Here's how the conversation went:
A: Hi Grandma.
G: Hi honey. What are you doing?
A: I'm going to Mars.
G: And what are you going to see on Mars?
A: Martians.
G: Can I come with you?
A: No, your butt's too big!
I nearly died..I think tears were streaming down my face from laughing so hard. My mother is an itsy bitsy petite woman which made it that much funnier. I got on the phone and consoled her, "Don't worry, Mom, it's a small bucket..."
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