Evelyn colored on her eyelids with a yellow highlighter. Eyeshadow for four-year-olds.
Jimmy and another boy in our neighborhood were playing "war", in which rocks were "bombs". The other little boy got "blown up" by one of these "bombs", which busted his head open.
Sarah put a bucket on her head and ran into walls on purpose, laughing each time she crashed.
Jimmy has had several "when I grow up" choices recently: Trash can truck driver , fire truck driver, semi-truck driver, crane truck driver, and soldier tank driver. All in his own words, it seems as if he just wants to drive.
Evelyn still puts her shoes on the wrong feet every time, even though we are constantly correcting her.
Sarah likes to walk around the house in my flip-flops, then gets mad when she trips and falls.
When I ask Jimmy if he's been a good boy at school after picking him up, he says "Yeah, I was a good boy today, but I just got in trouble a little bit." Our ideas of being a good boy differ, it seems.
Labels: Kiddie Tales