This morning I was lifting the tab on a new cereal box with the handle of a spoon. 6 year old son was watching.
“Daddy, is that a knife?”
“No, it’s the other end of a spoon. Good, yeah?”
“That’s the worst use of the other end of a spoon I’ve ever seen!”
“Well, what other things have you seen the other end of a spoon used for?”
“Umm… scratching an itchy bottom.”
“Honey! We need to wash all the spoons!”
The mrs set up a playdate with a friend of my 6yo. Unfortunately the 2 (my daughter and her friend) had argued earlier that day so the idea was not popular.
6yo “Why did you invite her to play with me?”
Mrs “Well, I was walking with her mum and we thought it would be a good idea.”
6yo " It is NOT a good idea and see, if you hadn’t been so chatty with her mum we would all be ok"
Mrs TB and I took the 3yo daughter for a rare treat for dinner at “the big M” and a play on their playground.
While she was playing I said to the wife, “I’ll watch her, you go grab those 2 donuts at the cafe for us later” (Surprisingly good donuts by the way)
Donuts bought, hidden away in brown paper bags.
3yo comes in, “Whats that?”
Me: “nothing, just rubbish”
3yo “Can I SEEEEEE”
Me looking towards Mrs TB pained, “no sweetie, it’s rubbish, why would you want to look at rubbish”
3yo “can I seee ittttt, I want to see it”
Me in frustration I change strategy, “sweetheart, it’s a treaty for charlie (the dog)”
Unfazed 3yo “Let me see it, I want to see ittttt”.
Me: “Fine, here”
I quickly thrust the paper bag, slightly open the end for a half glace and put it back on the table.
This happened Friday at school drop off… Jnr needed to poo and we were too early for school so I took him to “b4 school care” where I knew there were toilets, but only the girls was empty (single toilet). In he goes and I’m standing in the hallway checking on him (wipe your bum, wash your hands, etc). Out he comes and as we leave to go outside 2 little girls go into the girls and I hear them say “ewwwww gross hahaha look at that ewwwww!!”.
I ask Jnr “did you flush?” and he thinks really hard and tells me he might have forgotten…
I said “that’s really gross, what if some sees that?”
He gives the cheekiest grin I’ve seen yet and says “I THINK THEY JUST DID LOL “
When Mr 8 had just turned 3 we moved from a 400m2 block to our current acreage block. He quickly discovered to delights of peeing outside.
One day he ran past the 3 toilets in our house to tell me couldn’t possibly make it to the loo and had to do a “grass wee” then promptly ran back passed the 3 loos to head outside.
This was all a good chuckle (once we stopped him doing right outside the front door) until my wife took him to a friends house for a play and he took it to the next level - yep…he shat on their lawn.