Every year, a junior high school marching band weaves its way through our neighborhood as they practice for the parade coming this Saturday. Arun was ecstatic as we stood in our yard and watched them pass by. However, the luster was tarnished when he realized the band would not be throwing us any candy. The nerve!
Last night, Arun began drawing on himself with a marker. When I scolded him, X asked what was wrong with it. I simply could not come with a good, snappy answer so I gave up. Now? It looks like Arun just had a consult with a plastic surgeon. Sigh.
Last week, we were at the Target in Lawrence trying to find pants for my skinny nearly 4 year old (Impossible! The pants, not the nearly 4 year old.) I did not think it would hurt to just try on pants right there, instead of hassling with a fitting room. I was digging through pants (Impossible! Really!) and when I turned around, I encountered a half-naked boy attempting to put on a new shirt with which he has become enamored (It had an alien on it, can you blame him?) Little old ladies were passing by snickering at my boy without his knickers on. Frat boys were passing by giving Arun high fives and saying "Be free, man. BE FREE." Me? I was laughing. Yes, I am a bad mothering example. Sue me. It was fucking hilarious.
And yes, we bought the alien shirt.
I carry around a little notebook to jot down the funny things the kids have to say. Here is a mere fraction of what these kids say. Also, keep in mind that neither one of these fools can properly pronounce the L sound and in some cases the R sound.
Anjali, the Three Blind Mice, Theory and Reflection: The farmer cut off the mouse's TAIL- dat not very nice!
Arun, the Master of Food Cleanup: I wipe-ed my mouth but there was still food in the corner of my mouth so then I wipe-ed it with my tongue.
Anjali: Someday, I'm gonna grow up like a big Mama like YOU, Mama. Like YOU!
Arun: What do you want to be for Halloween, Anju?
Anju: I want to be a COSTUME for Halloween, Ah-woon! A COSTUME.
Arun: Anju, that's SILLY.