It was an interesting four-day weekend. The kids were off both Friday and Monday, so I had to figure out what to do with them. They had a good time just playing around, but by Monday they were both getting on each other's nerves. I really get annoyed when both of them keep coming up to me and saying things like "Mommy, he pushed me." "Mommy, she called me a ruffian."
Lately, C's big word has been "evil ". The definition of evil apparently being doing something that she doesn't like. We keep telling her just because someone does something that makes her unhappy, that doesn't make him evil. Just like if she disagrees with something someone says that doesn't make him a liar.
For instance, a few months back, our pastor was giving a series of sermons on Narnia. He kept saying something along the lines of Aslan being the same as Jesus. C has a very literal mind, and she knows that Aslan is a fictional character, while Jesus is real. So she kept saying, "He's lying!" And we had to take her out.
N went to the dentist yesterday. J took him. Back a year, or maybe a year and a half ago, N was so afraid of going to the dentist that he would sit in the chair, and absolutely refuse to open his mouth. After a while, he was willing to open his mouth, but he wanted J right with him for reassurance.
Yesterday, however, even knowing that he was going in to get a couple of fillings, he was able to go back by himself, and be worked on without his Daddy right there. My little boy is growing up.