Neighborly advice #2,543: When your computer prefers the neighbor’s network over your own, you mess with their Sonos player, play loud music, and scare the crap out of them…. and then worry they’ll seek revenge.
The Littlest Ginger’s daily dinner wisdom: If it looks yucky, it’s probably healthy!
The Littlest Ginger’s mantra: Ketchup goes with everything. (Ew… even asparagus)
The Littlest Ginger: Mom, was it old days where you were little?
Me: No, I don’t know much about the old days. Ask Daddy.
As a high school English teacher, one of the ways I taught students to think about literature was to compare the trials, triumphs, and circumstances of the main character to their own lives. Well, the Littlest Ginger has mastered this skill at age four, and interestingly enough, the character and circumstances he most relates to is in David Shannon’s No, David! 😳😬
One hummus and turkey breast. One peanut butter and jelly, hold the peanut butter. One peanut butter (creamy only) and jelly, hold the jelly. One peanut butter (creamy only) and jelly, no jelly chunks. Every. Single. School day.
Ginger4: Mom, it should be “the better, the sooner.”
Me: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Ginger4: If you move here from South Africa and go to work in a cafe, the boss of the cafe will ask you, “When do you want to start?” You would probably say, “The sooner, the better,” but I think you should say, “The better, the sooner.”
Where does he get this stuff?
Note to self: This kids watches too much television.
The Littlest Ginger and I had a serious discussion about listening when our moms tell us something. After several tries, I finally convinced him, in a repeat-after-me session, “I am sorry, Mom. I will listen to you from now on.” When I asked him to pinky swear, his face indicated that I had taken my request too far. He admitted, “I don’t think I will listen to you forever. I might forget.” Paul immediately got up from the table to fill my pint. That kid… my expectations…
The Littlest Ginger has been pestering us to build a lego set with him all morning. The problem is, he’s not pestering nicely; instead he is bullying, threatening, and manipulating.
As a result, his demands are not being met… so now he has changed his approach… with a sweet, baby voice: “Daddy, do you want to fill my bucket? It means doing nice things for me.”
Mrs. Kolks, thanks for teaching him to demand we fill his bucket.
The Littlest Ginger had a random, lightbulb moment this morning and shouted, “I figured it out, Mom! God made wood, and wood is at Home Depot. That means God must live at Home Depot!”
If only it were the easy, kid. Imagine the amount of employees at Home Depot who would actually assist their customers if that were true! (sort of joking, people!)