Their command of our language never ceases to amaze me. Mr. 3 has been unusually friendly, especially when I am locked in my room trying to get a few things done.
Knock at the door...followed by 84 knocks and "Gramma, Gramma, Gramma -- A cowboy is here." Parked in front of me was a charming little blue eyed love, sitting on a small rubber bouncy horse. "Please give him a carrot, Gramma" and then they rode off into the sunset.
Knock at the door ... followed by 625 knocks and "Gramma, Gramma, Gramma" "Watch me do this" (Ride his scooter up and down the hallway ... true test of engineered wood and lifetime guarantees).
Knock at the door ... followed by 52 knocks at the door. I say "Gramma is busy for a while, I'll come out and get you when I am finished with my work. A few minutes later ... he slides this under my door ...
Thank goodness I can snap a photo and save it forever, while sneakily hiding some in the trash).
Knock, knock, knock at the door. Deekie, Gramma is still busy, I will see you later. "Gramma? Can I give you a liddle kiss?" whereupon I let him in and we snuggle and giggle for a good 15 minutes.
How do they learn this so early??
Saturday Mr. 6.5 had a t-ball game. Momma works on the weekends, so I dropped Dadda and Braeden off at their game (usually 90 minutes). Mr. 3 and I drove to Starbucks drive through as I had mistakenly bought DECAF the other day. The cake pop was decorated like a pirate. The question of the day is "why do pirates say argh"?
Then there was the question of whether to go home and then herd him back into that carseat OR sit in the van for 30 minutes and watch the rest of the game. There are two huge, colorful play structures at this school and I am not quite able to run around and get him. He said "I big boy, Gramma, I not whine I WANNA GO OUTSIDE, I be good boy" Silly Gramma. We went to the game and found a great parking spot, just in time to watch B tag someone out! As soon as I turned off the engine .... let's go outside, Gramma. Which escalated louder and louder. We just got home when the call came they were ready for a return ride ...
We are definitely a family of the 21st century. After spending some outdoor time, the boys decided to play Amazon delivery. Took an old box and put legos safely inside clear sandwich bags. Taped the box all up and Mr. 6.5 asked how to spell Deacon's name. He got a post it and put on his brother's name. He had Mr 3 go into the bedroom while he went outside to knock on the door and then be gone when he came to the door. Together they opened the box and played it over again and again and again. With great delight!
They were both pretty tired by evening (and crabby) and began to argue over who was playing with whose legos. (Believe it or not, with 78,925 legos in the house, they each know which things are theirs!!) When Mr. 6.5 got out a figurine, Mr. 3 insisted that it was his. I was watching them play so I saw Mr. 6.5 take it out of his own box. When I mentioned that to Mr. 3, he said "well sometimes at night while Gramma is sleeping, brover gets out of his bed and takes my toys and puts them in his box." When I had to laugh, he laughed and then Mr. 6.5 laughed .... and let the little guy play with his police minifigure.
Anyway, they sure know how to communicate. In more ways than one