The anguish of Candyland

"Oh WHYYyyyy???Why oh why oh why!? Oh GOSH!!! Why this does happen??? WHHHYYYY!!???"

The anguish of Candyland, getting the dreaded ice cream or cupcake card just when you are almost to the castle, and then having to go all the way back.

buying into the obsessions

today's purchases: angry birds crackers. angry birds tshirt. angry birds bandaids. tom and jerry tshirt.

You're silly!

Gotta figure out how to put a stop to this "you're silly" business to everyone. Today M. said "you're silly! you look silly!" to a man coming out of the elevator, in a wheelchair, with a messy pony tail, wearing big mirrored sunglasses, a bright purple outfit, and missing both his legs at the thighs. I couldn't see his reaction through his sunglasses, but I didn't even bother trying to explain to him that she says that to everyone, that it's one of her repetitive behaviors. We just ran the other way. Unfortunately, he lives in our building and we'll no doubt be seeing him all the time...

Questions

M.: "I can ask a question lots of times if I WANT TO!"
Me: "Go ahead. But I'm only going to answer a question ONE TIME."

Mmm Hmmm

"Mommy, why do you say 'mmm hhmm' lots of times?"

"Because... you talk so much I don't know what else to say."

You touched it

We seem to be starting a new annoying phase where M. won't eat any food that I touch. I tasted her blue snow cone, and she refused to eat the rest. I touched her cheeseburger to put ketchup on it, and she suddenly didn't want it anymore, citing the reason as "because you touched it." Great. This will be fun.

5!

'Is it next time I'm going to be 5?' has been one of the more harassing repetitive questions I've had to endure the last few months--and now tomorrow is finally the big day! We made it! 5!

But I bet I know what the new question will be, starting tomorrow:

'Is it next time I'm going to be 6?'

Flintstones vitamins were on sale...

Trying to remember how this hellish Tom & Jerry obsession began and then I remembered, because Flintstones vitamins were on sale. They were in the clearance cart for half price, and much cheaper than our regular brand. So I thought, they have all the same ingredients, so what the hell?

So what the hell???


Well, hell is what I got.

When we got the vitamins home, of course M. wanted to know who the Flintstones are. Realizing kids today have no freaking clue about Fred, Wilma, Barney, Betty, Pebbles, Bam Bam, Dino and elephants who stick their trunks through your window so you can wash dishes--I turned to YouTube for a little Flintstones introduction.

M. was mildly amused for a few clips, until she noticed other fun-looking cartoons in the side bar.

Tom & Jerry.

So I thought, what the hell?


.......


And now I have a kid who talks of nothing but Tom & Jerry, wants to BE Tom, and has to have special rules at school where she can only "be Tom" when outside, and who doesn't want to go anywhere else now, like church, or anywhere else where she cannot be Tom.

So what the hell???

Fruit

Ironically, I can't get M. to eat fruit, yet I can't get her to stop chewing the plastic fruit around here.

You're Gonna Miss It!

Around 6:03am daily I awaken to M. bursting into my room demanding I get up.

"It's time to get up! You're gonna miss it!"

"Gonna miss what?"

"Six o'clock."

uuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh..................