We're recovering from our various illnesses in these parts, but I'm too wiped out to write anything of substance. Instead I give you this:
We've been working a little on social niceties, you know, saying excuse me when you burp or fart (which I genteelly call "tooting"). Yesterday, The Boy tooted quite un-genteelly while we were having a snack. "Is there anything you want to say?" I prompted.
"Yeah, The Boy said proudly. "A big snort just came out of my butt!"
Indeed.
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The Boy is enamored of the super soaker water guns that are everywhere. He's quite pathetic about it, actually. He follows the (invariably) older kids with the guns all over the playground and keeps asking, "Can I have a turn, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" until someone takes pity on him and lets him have an all too brief turn with it (these turns have been so brief, in fact, that he hasn't really figured out how to fill or fire the guns).
As a crunchy, liberal, gun-control sort, I'm not crazy about The Boy playing with toy guns, but I also feel like there's a certain inevitability to it. I played with toy guns when I was growing up (whether it was my finger, a stick, or an actual plastic gun), and yet here I am my crunchy, liberal, gun-control self.
Recently, we encountered some kids whose crunchy, liberal, gun-control parents had gotten them water squirters in the shape of animals, and I hustled myself down to the toy store to acquire the same. The Boy is mostly happy with them--until he sees the super soakers.
What are your feelings on water guns for the under 5 set?