This morning, while I was feeding Sprout, Tadpole decided an extra spoon was needed. Sometimes we give Sprout a spoon to keep her hands occupied. As she's become more coordinated, I've backed off this technique because the second spoon becomes a hindrance. Tadpole was having none of this. She was in a "helpful" mood, and determined to help whether I liked it or not. Second spoon was coming, and if I didn't accept that a tantrum was in order.
Through strategic use of deep breathing exercises, the threat of exiling a favorite toy (I try to stomp pretty hard on defying something I've just said), and requests to use her words, she finally let me explain why I did not want a new spoon. Which she accepted, and then came these magic words.
Or, I could get a new spoon and we could put it on the table in case you want it.
Yes, Tadpole. Yes. That will absolutely work.
Solved that problem!
(Repeated three or four times while I laughed and agreed.)
Driving home from a school event, we got this (unprompted) gem:
Friends are coworkers because these four reasons.
1. That's how the world works.
2. Coworkers are coworkers
3. Coworkers use work because coworkers get money to buy other things*
4. It's the absence of work that's how coworkers get money.
That's what Tadpole's are for.
* OK, 3 was shorter, but we forgot & asked her to tell us again for posterity & that's what she came up with.
Finally this evening after we'd read bits of One Fish, Two Fish, I got this gem while she was washing up:
Ned doesn't have a good bed. We should get him a new bed. I wouldn't like his bed because it has holes in it. I would cry if I had a bed with holes in it. When I had a crib, I didn't fit in it and I cried a lot. I had to sleep on the floor because it has holes in hit. But now I have a big girl bed.
So there's that. We need to get a new bed for Ned.