Thursday, September 11, 2008

Davey goes nuts!

David went nuts today and, for a change, managed not to destroy anything. I don't know whether to reward this or punish the times when David decides get his destruction on. I do know that these brief periods of normalcy do not occur often enough for me to worry about little things like thinking, so I just enjoyed the silence.

David is going through a phase now where he follows everything you say with the question why? You might think this gets pretty annoying after five minutes, but it actually only takes three.

It got so bad, that a week ago I started answering why? with 'chicken thigh'. The immaturity did not stop there, though, oh no. What? Chicken butt. Where? Chicken hair. Who? Chicken shoe. I know it is pretty complicated, but I think you get the point.

A week ago, I was patting my brain on the back for such a creative way to deal with the whole 'why phase'. Now, and not for the first time, I am beginning to question my wisdom. Both David and Peter run around the entire day screaming 'chicken butt' at anyone who won't run away from them. I am sure that Peter's teachers absoultely love this little game, but I am starting to miss the simplicity of the question why?

After David's weird version of an Easter egg hunt in September, we picked up Peter from kindergarten and went to the zoo. As if there were not enough animals already, Angie organized to meet up with Karin, Christoph, Mariam, Meyssam, and Elias. At one point, we also met up with a little boy that Peter knew who could whistle; something that makes Peter insanely jealous.

The boys were, well, wild. Let me put it this way - when they went by the primates, the monkeys stopped and pointed at them. At least the boys did not fling anything disgusting at the monkeys.

Carol flew in yesterday, so we met up for dinner with Grams & Opa at a nice fish restaurant to celebrate. The restaurant is a little hard to find and I almost took a wrong turn until Peter told me which way to go. I was impressed at his navigation skills, but instead of accepting my compliment quietly, the little jerk decided to make fun of my driving skills. 'I can't even drive a car yet, but I know how to drive better than you'. Yeah, that's great, Peter, but can you whistle?
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I ate the fish and shrimps - they are my favorite thing to eat.
David: When Peter, Grams and me.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David started crying.
David: When Peter hit me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To read a book with Mama.
David: When Dalia come mit me play.

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