Todd's been rusty at writing his ABCs, so earlier this week, Oma set him to the task of practicing writing them again. She gave him some leads to follow. But when she wrote out a capital "C", she put a little vertical line on the top of the curve.
Todd immediately took offense to that. When she told him that one should draw the line when making a capital C, he shrieked, very insistently, "NO, YOU DON'T!!!"
Fast forward to today, when I spoke with him on the phone. What do you suppose he told me?
"I'm writing letters today. On the top of the 'C' there is a line!"
Naturally, I tried to reassure him: "Oh, you don't have to write it"
Oh, but Toddy would have none of that, for the next thing I knew, I got a very loud and insistent earful: "YES, YOU DO!!!!"
Boy, when he sticks to something, he sure sticks tenaciously! Now... make up your mind, kid :-P
Dentists and good ideas
Two funnies rolled into one entry:
As Todd and I were driving back to LA after church, he realized that he'd left Pokie and Blue behind! Since it was too late to turn around, I told him that Daddy and I could just bring it along with us when we stopped by Opa and Oma's house next week.
To my surprise, this not only satisfied him, but he deemed it more than acceptable:
"That sounds good. That's a good idea".
Since when did he become the judge of what's a good idea and what's not? ;-)
As part of that same conversation, I explained to him *why* we were coming to LA that weekend-- the whole family had semi-annual dentist appointments that day. The same dentist that Todd and I had visited a few times in the past. Todd digested this bit of news, and then proclaimed:
"Daddy's never been to the dentist!"
Well, Daddy's never been to THIS particular dentist. But close enough-- it HAS been a few years since his last checkup. Naughty Daddy!
As Todd and I were driving back to LA after church, he realized that he'd left Pokie and Blue behind! Since it was too late to turn around, I told him that Daddy and I could just bring it along with us when we stopped by Opa and Oma's house next week.
To my surprise, this not only satisfied him, but he deemed it more than acceptable:
"That sounds good. That's a good idea".
Since when did he become the judge of what's a good idea and what's not? ;-)
As part of that same conversation, I explained to him *why* we were coming to LA that weekend-- the whole family had semi-annual dentist appointments that day. The same dentist that Todd and I had visited a few times in the past. Todd digested this bit of news, and then proclaimed:
"Daddy's never been to the dentist!"
Well, Daddy's never been to THIS particular dentist. But close enough-- it HAS been a few years since his last checkup. Naughty Daddy!
Can you pick out your name?
It's one thing for Todd to recognize his own name when it's the only word in sight-- for example, printed on a name tag, or written on top of his homework, or typed in big letters on the computer when he wants to practice typing.
But it's another for him to be able to pick it out from amidst a jumble of other words!
Today he did just that. After I blogged about our campout and was re-reading the post on the screen, he stared it it studiously. Usually his attention is captivated by interesting pictures on the computer screen, but this time, with nary a picture in sight, I couldn't figure out what he was so entranced by. He soon let me know when he excitedly announced:
"I see my name! Look! T-O-D-D!" and proceeded to scramble into my lap and point out exactly where in one of the paragraphs he saw his own name!
But it's another for him to be able to pick it out from amidst a jumble of other words!
Today he did just that. After I blogged about our campout and was re-reading the post on the screen, he stared it it studiously. Usually his attention is captivated by interesting pictures on the computer screen, but this time, with nary a picture in sight, I couldn't figure out what he was so entranced by. He soon let me know when he excitedly announced:
"I see my name! Look! T-O-D-D!" and proceeded to scramble into my lap and point out exactly where in one of the paragraphs he saw his own name!
(Ham)burgers?
This morning we left for our campout in the mountains about 20 miles from home. We checked into our cabin, unpacked, got settled, and got to know everyone. More details on Mommy's blog.
One of today's highlights came at dinner, where we were served grilled hamburgers with salad. You know-- typical 4th of July cookout fare.
Todd, as usual, needed quite a bit of prompting and reminding to eat. The promise of dessert at the end of dinner helped spur him on ;-)
Anyway, more than once did I find myself repeating to him: "Eat your burger!"
To my puzzlement, he kept replying with "Not burger! HAMburger!"
I chalked it up to another Todd eccentricity (perhaps the first word he had been taught about that grilled round patty inside a bun was "hamburger" and he didn't realize "burger" was the same word, short for it. You know how particular he gets and how tenaciously he sticks to the first thing he's learned)
Eventually, though, he clarified when I, for the umpteenth time, reminded him to eat his "burger":
"It's not a burger, it's a HAMburger! Burger is the thing from your nose!"
After a hearty laugh, I explained to him the difference between "booger" and "burger" ;-)
One of today's highlights came at dinner, where we were served grilled hamburgers with salad. You know-- typical 4th of July cookout fare.
Todd, as usual, needed quite a bit of prompting and reminding to eat. The promise of dessert at the end of dinner helped spur him on ;-)
Anyway, more than once did I find myself repeating to him: "Eat your burger!"
To my puzzlement, he kept replying with "Not burger! HAMburger!"
I chalked it up to another Todd eccentricity (perhaps the first word he had been taught about that grilled round patty inside a bun was "hamburger" and he didn't realize "burger" was the same word, short for it. You know how particular he gets and how tenaciously he sticks to the first thing he's learned)
Eventually, though, he clarified when I, for the umpteenth time, reminded him to eat his "burger":
"It's not a burger, it's a HAMburger! Burger is the thing from your nose!"
After a hearty laugh, I explained to him the difference between "booger" and "burger" ;-)
The thing with the CRUMBS!
Oma, Mommy and Todd stopped by El Pollo Loco for lunch after running some errands. They have a GREAT value menu, most items for $1. As I was ordering our lunch, Todd stared up at the menu and pondered its contents. He knew what he wanted. He just didn't know what it was called. Finally, he piped up with:
"Mommy, what's that thing with the crumbs?"
I stared at the menu. I couldn't find anything with crumbs! I thought maybe he meant the flan, since we'd recently had flan at home. Nope. Then I spied the salads, with their little tortilla chip strips on top-- could those be "crumbs"? I asked him what color they were, and he said "brown". I still didn't get it.
Everytime I guessed (wrong) and said "Is it X?" Todd became indignant and cried out "NO!!! With the CRUMBS!!!" as if in disbelief at my inability to see what was right in front of my nose.
Eventually I figured it out. It WAS an item from the dollar menu, not just the regular menu. See if you can figure out what he meant:
"Mommy, what's that thing with the crumbs?"
I stared at the menu. I couldn't find anything with crumbs! I thought maybe he meant the flan, since we'd recently had flan at home. Nope. Then I spied the salads, with their little tortilla chip strips on top-- could those be "crumbs"? I asked him what color they were, and he said "brown". I still didn't get it.
Everytime I guessed (wrong) and said "Is it X?" Todd became indignant and cried out "NO!!! With the CRUMBS!!!" as if in disbelief at my inability to see what was right in front of my nose.
Eventually I figured it out. It WAS an item from the dollar menu, not just the regular menu. See if you can figure out what he meant:
