God, The Wind and A'Face

BH: Grandma! Why is it so windy today?
Grandma: I don't know, Boobey.  You have to ask God and take it up with him.

::silence::

Some time later...

BH: God, please send the wind to A'Face's house.

At (Almost) Four Years Old: A Love Story, Part II

BH was in the park with his Daddy.  Due to this darned Indian Summer we've been having, the weather's been pretty sunny and mild, giving BH a few extra days to ride in the park with his jeep.

A little girl was playing in the park the day BH was rollin' through.

He spotted her and invited her for a ride.  She was looking on eagerly.

"Come on in!" he said and motioned.

"Can I?" she asked Luuuuiiiiisssss.

"If it's okay with your mom, then yes," he replied.

Just then, the little girl's mother came around to see what was going on.

The girl asked if it would be okay, and the mother's response was, "Yeah girl, of course! You found yourself a man with a ride!"

It did not stop there.

After the little girl took a drive in the jeep, she called over her cousin for a jeep journey too.

So at the end of the day, BH had not one, but two girls go for a drive in the jeep.

It's true what they say then I guess - a nice car will impress the ladies.

And at almost four years old, this is not what I like to be talking about!

Self-Loathing

A lot of people came into the McDonald's play room yesterday as BH, H1 and I were leaving.  Many of the people who came spoke Spanish as a first language.  As I was putting on his shoes, and BH was observing, I heard him say...

"Spanish..."

I waited for the rest of it quietly, fearing something not so p.c.

"...makes me angry."

And there it was.

"Okay, BH, let's go.... ::muttering:: now".

Skidamarink

There's this little song BH had been learning at school and H1 found the lyrics and learnt it as well so that she and the BH can sing it together at home.

There's a lyric in there that is something to the effect of "I'll love you in the morning and all day" or some such thing, and as she was singing it to him today, she asked him if he loves his mommy in the morning etc etc.

He quickly responded "No".

That, of course, made H1 very sad and she in sheer shock, she began to cry and speak to him with great disbelief.

Realising what he did to his mommy, he said "Well, actually, yes. Don't cry."

It was a dry as it reads.

I wonder if H1 will ever sing Skidamarink again.

Not Right

Yesterday he went to a little Hamburger Joint, saw a little girl sitting nearby eating an ice-cream and called to her, "Ay, Girl". That is wajang behaviour that I know nothing about but H1 slapped me like it was my fault. I never wajang.

His adventure today included a trip to Papa Hochie's Office. It wasn't truly an adventure for him I suppose but luckily Granma's Jury Duty stint has ended and he can go back to playing in his sand tote amongst other things to pass his day.

That Sand Tote is greatness. It's good for now and a great way to save over one hundred dollars.

Angel calls it a sandbox for selfish kids. That's pretty funny. Awwww.



Currently listening to: crickets.