Silly Stories

Dash's 1st grade teacher gives paper money as part of a reward system.  The kids earn money throughout the week and then on Friday they get to "buy" things from her class store.  Within the first couple days of school, Dash had collected quite a little pile of money so he made himself a wallet out of construction paper and tape.  He was so proud of his creation that he decided to offer his services to his classmates...at a price.  He began telling his friends in class that he would make them a paper wallet for one Caught Being Good buck.  After the first day of business, he announced on our walk home that he had already made a sell!  He was elated with his success.  "First day and I already got a customer!"  As often happens, business slowed a bit after his Grand Opening, but he soon found a way to take advantage of some free advertising.  One day during Show-and-Tell he displayed his wallets to his classmates and detailed his prices.  Bingo! Two more orders!

A couple of weeks ago the boys were playing with their train set in their bedroom.  When it was time to pick up I was helping them box the pieces into the three separate containers.  Dash preferred to stack certain items together, but they just weren't fitting and so I repeatedly suggested we try it a different way.  Finally, Dash tossed the pieces into the other box and sarcastically said, "There. Are ya happy?"  A couple of raised eyebrows and a stern "Excuse me?!" from me immediately shamed him and he was all regret and apology.  Colt, on the other hand, completely missed my signals.  Instead, Colt repeated, rather loudly and slowly, "Dash said, 'There. Are.You. Happy?'"

Last month Sport came down with a mystery illness that had him feverish and miserable for several days in a row.  I could never pin down what was making him sick, so one night while he was soaking in a bath I tried again to diagnosis him by asking him about his symptoms.
"Does your throat hurt?"
"No."
Does your belly hurt?"
"No."
"Honey, what's wrong?"
(In tears and wailing.) "I think my hearts missing and I really neeeed it!"

There is no way around it, Sissy is a trouble maker.  She is always throwing dirt out of the potted plants, shredding tissues, or climbing into the dishwasher.  But don't worry, she knows right from wrong.  Whenever we catch her in the act, she frantically shakes her head No...and continues on with her business.  In addition to this, she is learning about sharing.  She knows perfectly well that she hates it.  If Sport is on my lap she will shove at him and scream and if I am reading her a story, she doesn't want anyone else around.  And she defends her territory by whacking intruders on the head with her sweet little fists.