Car Wash

Once upon a time about a year ago Mason made friends with the boy who lives on the other side of the fence. For many days they played catch over the fence and talked through the slats. One day I asked Mason what his new friend's name was, he looked at me blankly... apparently asking his friend's name had never occurred to him. So the next time we were in the yard the boy came out too and Mason asked about his name, I'm pretty sure I heard him say Carlos. Mason however heard something else.

"Mom!" he yelled excitedly "his name is Car Wash!"

The next time we were outside, so was Carlos/Car Wash and all of his family. Mason climbed up to the top of the swing set that overlooked his yard and yelled, "Hey CAR WASH!" Over and over again, poor Carlos... I called Mason over to me and tried to explain that his name was actually not Car Wash. Mason looked so disappointed, not because he had been calling his new found friend by the wrong name for several days, but because he felt bad that his friend didn't get to have an awesome name like Car Wash.

Sometimes waiting for dinner is just exhausting...

I knew as soon as the whining stopped that something was up.

Legos...

Lately the children and I have undertaken a very large project. Since Mason's birthday there has been a sizable increase in the amount of legos, and the massive pile that we have is bordering on the unmanageable, so we have set out to sort them. Which really means that I spend hours each day sifting through the pieces, and while I do so the boys will sit at the table with me and play legos. I get to organize and they get to play so everyone is happy.

During one of our sorting sessions a few days ago Mason and Max were playing with the Lego police truck, and helicopter and accompanying guys. They both use this affected voice when role playing with their toys... sort of a dopey tough guy voice, its very cute. Anyway I quietly sorted away, as I heard the boys' "guys" have this conversation.

Mason's guy: Hey where's my dog?
(Max's helicopter swoops in with the Lego dog perilously hanging on to the skids)
Max's guy: I got him here he is.
Mason's guy: Thanks for saving my dog!
Max's guy: Oh you're welcome.

There were a few minutes in here where the dog did some police work and then Mason's guy called in the helicopter again...

Mason's guy: Can you take my dog home?
Max's guy: Yeah I can take him home.
Mason's guy: ok take him home and feed him... see you later
Max's guy: Ok bye... I love you.
Mason's guy: I love you too!

Now remember every word of this conversation was done with their tough guy voices, and I just couldn't help really enjoying listening to them talk so sweetly to each other, when they were both trying so hard to sound so serious and grown up.

More Maxism

Lately Max has started saying words with extra consonants at the beginning. A few days ago he came in the kitchen and asked me for a ganana, which is now the new name for bananas in our house, and just a few minutes ago I heard him talking about a ca-tato. Maybe its just related to produce...

He also has been bringing me ga-prises alot lately. Its pretty adorable, usually its a toy of his but he carefully wraps each one in whatever he has handy, a few days ago he brought me a lego with four dirty socks wrapped around it, and just yesterday I got a ga-prise that came wrapped in a used dryer sheet.

My days are numbered

All parents hope that their children turn out smarter than they are right? I just didn't expect it for another 15 years. I'm beginning to realize though that my days are numbered and someday soon I'm not going to be able to win all the arguments.

I was trying to talk Mason into riding the bus to school, which he has done in the past without problem but lately has resisted, and he said to me, "Well mom the bus doesn't have any seat belts." To which I said, "It's ok because buses are safer because they are so big." (which I of course made up.) Mason didn't miss a beat, but looked at me with an irritated face that I'm sure I'll get to know well in the teenage years, and said, "then why does the bus driver have one?"

Uh... I was speechless, he's right why don't buses have seat belts?

Two of my favorite Maxisms

Hoppapus (translation: octopus)
Pupcake (translation: cupcake)

Valentines

So this afternoon Mason and I are working on his valentine's for school tomorrow. We're making some that look kind of like these. I am sitting exactly 18 inches away from Max making thumb prints with Mason when I look over to see that Max has (silently) taken possession of a few of the ink pads and shall we say gotten creative.



After I got over the initial shock of seeing my boy covered in red, I lifted him up to show him in the mirror, he was not happy with the sight of his face and very sadly insisted that we wash it, but then I asked if we should take a picture first and he brightened right up and with a smile said a big "Yes!"