The husband has great powers of persuasion. So much that I get annoyed at him trying to persuade me to jump on his idea (or plan or feelings or thoughts). But he doesn't always win.
Last night, Papa tried to use the power of suggestion with Haydster.
"I want to watch," (looks at me), "What did I say?"
Me: "Finding Nemo."
Papa: "I want to watch Finding Nemo."
Haydster: "How about...CARS?" (This DVD has been almost worn through by constant use.)
Papa: "No, I don't want to."
Haydster: "I do."
No go for Papa. CARS it is.
Powers of persuasion fail to a three-year old.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
I love children. Especially my grands.
"Look, Nana, it has snow!"
Hardly, for us, since we are barely experiencing fall like weather.
But to my boy, a three year-old, Dusty Miller's certainly appear to be covered with snow.
As we continued to chase and play in the front yard, I taught him how to be a wheelbarrow. Which I may soon wish I had not. For now, he loves it. So much, that when he left, no, he didn't want to walk normally to the truck. Just, "Barrow wheel me, Nana."
Up close and personal with nature. And life.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
"Did you ever see a whale, with a polka dot tail? Down by the bay..."
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout."
"Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes, Eyes and ears (poke self in eyes), and mouth and nose,..."
"The eency weency spider, Hey, that's now how we sing it at home."
"The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell, Remember, so and so was the cheese!"
"Do the Going on a Bear Hunt song again."
"Can we sing the fast Mr. Sun?"
The Wheels on the Bus, The Alphabet Song, The Vowel Chant, The Freeze, Aikendrum, ...
And don't forget Pete the Cat was walking down the street...
But our recent favorite has been God's Not Dead. Repeated. Repeated. Repeated. Once a voice hums even a slight hint from the song, the words pop out, and 9 little voices join the fun.
I guess, if God's Not Dead is a favorite song, things are going pretty well in kindergarten.