Me: laying on Anna’s bed. A, on the floor. A: Can I go get some raisins? E: Yah go ahead. I listen to her run into the kitchen, grab a chair, climb up on the counter, and hear the familiar sound of the fluff container being opened. She sits there for a few minutes, I only assuming grabbing it with her fingers. Then she runs by me into the bathroom and I hear the water running. E: What are you doing Anna? A: Washing my hands, they were dirty. Then she comes back into the room, face COVERED in fluff. E: What were you doing? A, looking at her hands: Why, what can you see?
So Anna stayed with my folks a few weeks ago because I was apartment hunting. For those of you that don’t know, my folks live on a golf course, and an also interesting tidbit, Anna is OBSESSED with the animals of the Littlest Pet Shop. So my dad decided to make Banana walk the course to get her all tired for bed (stupeeed Papa!) and after they’d walked about a mile and a half, here we go: A: PAPA! I lost my littlest pet shop puppy. Papa: Where? A: I DON’T KNOW PAPA, I LOST IT, YOU HAVE TO FIND IT! Papa, of course, with patience: Well Anna do you remember where you lost it? A, now crying: NO PAPA BUT I LOVE IT YOU HAVE TO FIND IT!!!! Pause here, picture my father walking the entire course for Anna while she relaxes with my mother, poor, poor, Papa, for like an hour……when he returns…..Papa: Anna, I looked all over the course, I couldn’t find it. A: Ok Papa. Hmmm. My foot hurts. OH! I PUT MY LITTLEST PET SHOP IN MY SHOE SO I WOULDN’T LOSE IT! YAAAY! Papa: Insert I-need-a-drink-so-I-don’t-throw-my-granddaughter-out-the-window-look.
A: Why do you always make me get Tinkerbell? E: I don’t MAKE you get Tinkerbell, I just like Tinkerbell, I think it’s a good cartoon. A: Tinkerbell is not a cartoon. E: What do you mean? Yes it is. A: No no no, cartoons are not people. E: But Tinkerbell is a cartoon. A: No it isn’t, Tinkerbell is made of people parts, and that means she’s not a cartoon, and I only like cartoons. E: Ok, so what are cartoons made out of? A: Well they’re not made of people parts. They’re made of cartoon. E: Laughing, because I can’t help it. A: No I’m serious. E: Still laughing, kind of harder… A: No really momma I’m serious. E: I know you’re serious Anna (laughing) so what happens if you touch a cartoon, what do they feel like? A: You get SHOCKED if you touch a cartoon Momma, that’s dangerous, you should only WATCH cartoons not touch them. Why are you laughing Momma? I’m SERIOUS.
SUNDAY… E: What’s that on your finger sweetie? A: Oh, ummm, today at school we made rings! E: Really? What did you make them with? A: Oh, Crislla (real name: Priscilla) thought it was a good idea to make them out of gum. E: So you made rings with gum that people had chewed? A: Yes! Do you like mine? E: Anna, you didn’t have school today. A: Um (small pause for her realization) Ooook, I’ll throw it out. MONDAY… A: Momma, I did not pick up anyone else’s gum today! E: That’s great sweetie. TUESDAY… A: Momma, can we get some gum? E: No sweetie. A: Yah, I didn’t want any anyway. WEDNESDAY… A: Hey Momma, I don’t want any gum. E: Ok. A: Yah, I don’t even like it. E: Great.
The first posting of the E/A blog. I suppose it might be easier to post the day to day E/A conversations on here because it has to be a concious choice for readers to head to the blog rather than being forced to view the running feed of Facebook, so I feel more comfortable posting things like poop bubbles and such. The week before Banana and I went on vacation I was in the Needham office when I got a frantic call from her school saying that she was not herself, she had a very bad headache and was crying and I needed to pick her up. The message she gave as to why she wasn’t feeling well is because I made her eat a lunchable. (this is where everyone judges me for allowing my child to eat a lunchable). Since I had to go to the Needham office and had to leave early, I told Anna we could take a trip to the grocery store and she could pick out whatever she wanted for lunch, and she picked a lunchable. Anything in the packaged meat section is good for kids right? Anyway when I finally got home she seemed to be okay, had eaten, slept a bit and was right back to bouncing off the walls as she normally does. The next day, however, I got the download from her teachers. Apparently, when they were setting up for lunch, Anna forgot all about our exciting trip to the grocery store, and the fact that her lunchable was actually in the fridge at school instead of her cubby, so when Ava, her lunch buddy, took a trip to the bathroom, Anna ate her lunch. Ava, none the wiser, came back and didn’t know where her lunch was, so the teachers went to the kitchen and prepared another lunch for her. Later on, when the teachers found the lunchable in the fridge marked ANNA, they put the pieces together. Meanwhile, Anna’s telling everyone and their moms – literally, that I’m making her eat lunchables and they are making her sick. What’s amazing is that she taught herself her own lesson, don’t eat someone else’s lunch, it’ll make you sick. Stick to processed meat with a capri-sun.