Jun. 5, 2007 - Can't think of a witty title...
Last night, I babysat two adorable little boys. Luke is 4, and Evan is 1. They're both good little kids, but Luke enjoys testing the limits. He laughs when you scold him, and says no when you tell him to stop whatever mischeif it is that he's getting into. He told me a story:
"Well... sometimes, my mom tells me no, so I tell her no! And then she puts me in time-out! So I tell her no again, and then she keeps telling me no again, and puts me in time out again!" **frustrated 4 year old sigh** "Well..." says I, "You probably weren't being very nice... what did you do that made her put you in time out?" "Oh, yes, I was being nice. Evan was on the couch, and so I pushed him off, and he bumped his head and cried, and then I sat on the couch! And she told me no, and put me in time out!" "Hm." says I, "That doesn't sound very nice to me. You're supposed to be nice! God wants you to!" "No he doesn't!"
... I decided to just finish the dishes. lol.Maria arrived soon after that, and they loaded up and took me home. We pulled into my driveway, I got out, and told the boys bye, and then Luke said "Can I see your girlfriend?" I was a little confused... He gets boys and girls confused, too... He calls his mom "he" sometimes.
So, I could tell he was getting something confused... "Huh?" I said (ever the brilliant one). "You know! Your girlfriend! Could I see her?" And then I realized he meant my sister. (No idea which one, but, anyways...) I laughed, and tried very feebly to tell Maria the joke. My signs got all mixed up, though, and I think I just confused her... It was bad. (and then I felt stupid. lol) I turned around and told Luke, "She's not a girlfriend, she's my sister! And you'll get to see her again sometime." Maria's an excellent lipreader; she started laughing. 
So. That's all I have to say for now... Oh, except for I walked into the kitchen this morning, and Abby was making waffles. Emmie yelled from the den "hey, isn't it Wallace?" "Yeah. His name is Wallace!" Abby replied. "Who? Who's Wallace?" says I. "Oh, Ben. He's my cat."
