My Mom is Always Right

     Tristan has had an ugly scab on his forehead for the last week.  Yes, you really should not dive into the 2 Ft. end of the pool.  Well, last night his daddy and him were wrestling and somehow the scab was torn and the "bo bo" started to bleed.  It was pretty bad, and I thought it needed to be cleaned and we should put a new band aid on it.  As I grab the supplies, Tristan says "My mimi says that those band aids are too sticky."  It's a brand new box, I've  never used them and I say "Well, that's all we have, and band aids are supposed to stick Tristan" in my no-non-sense voice.  So I smoosh it on his forehead, though he protested, and a little bit of his hair was stuck underneath.  Just a little.
     Well the next day, Tristan wakes up with dried blood caked underneath the band aid.  It looks like I tried to cover up a zombie bite.  He couldn't go to school like that, so I explained that I had to rip it off.  Tristan has a little thing that he does, which reminds me of a lawyer or a politician.  When something bad is about to happen to him, he holds his hands out and says "Just listen to me for a minute."  At this point, I'm running late for work, but I can't resist this.  
     "I told you not to put this band aid on me, and now it's going to hurt!!"  I follow through with the good ol' "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way."  He chose the hard way...luckily Chubbs is  home on vacation, because I'm almost not strong enough to hold him down. He wriggles like a snake!  Tristan's screaming, while Chubbs holds him in his lap, I grabbed his legs and arms.  And with our powers combined, he ripped the band aid off....and it didn't come off.  It's too sticky!  Surprise! Surprise! My mom was right!  After a long, heart rending 5 seconds, the cause of my good intentions turning sinister was removed (along with some hair, yes we used scissors, we aren't barbaric!) and I owed him a doughnut, with sprinkles.

Legos Please!

The weekend's over and I must return to the old library, but I'm not as bummed as I usually am on Sunday evening, because Tristan is really looking forward to going to his new daycare.  They have some pretty awesome toys! Well, I didn't think I would have anything to post, while we had fun, there wasn't any crazy randomness...until 10 minutes ago.  So, the family is FINALLY relaxing.  Chubbs (oh yea that's my hubby's nickname) is playing World of Warcraft (WOW), Tristan's watching Toy Story 3, and I'm pretending to watch Toy Story 3, but really reading my paranormal romance book.  Well, I'm not sure what provoked Tristan's random thought, but I am so happy he decided to share.  The dialogue went like this:(Oh, and remember that I'm deep into my vampire world, not completely listening to him at the beginning of our conversation...seriously there's a 3000  year old vampire protesting his unconditional love to me...he's never met a woman like me as a matter of fact.)
Tristan: "....they asked me what I wanted and I said legos."
Me: "What? Who asked you? Your teacher?"
Tristan: "Uh huh, I said legos"
Me: "Sooo, they asked you what area you wanted to play in?"
Tristan: "No, at children's church"
Me: "Oh! They have legos at children's church?"
Tristan: "Noooo mom (deep sigh).  They asked me what I would ask God for, and I said legos."
Me:"WHAT?!"
Tristan: "I said legos."
Me: AHAHAHAHA

I love our new church, we recently started attending, and I was raised in an extremely strict religion, so while I'm sure no one else thought twice about it (or maybe they did, and I need to concentrate on improving my son's spirituality), I can only imagine if I had given the same answer to the elders when I was 5.  I admire the simplicity of a child's mind; I can't say it enough. The adult mind is filled with so much useless information, and our children are still learning the new, imperative information.  It's always a sweet breath of fresh air!

It's 2:00am, Let's Fight Over Flushing the Toilet...

     A perfect title for my first ever blog story, it truly sets the mood!  First, a brief history:My 5 year old son randomly comes into our room at night.  Sometimes, he has had a bad dream or needs to go to the restroom.  Last night, it was the restroom.  Well, since he deemed me acceptable to escort him to the toilet, I decided "Hmm, I think I'll go too".  I got there first...so I went first.  Fair is fair right?!  Well, I get up, say "Ok, your turn" and walk back to the bed.  The spawn finds this unacceptable.  He REFUSES to use the toilet until I flush it.  Well, I decide that I have catered to his ridiculous demands enough for the moment, and I REFUSE to flush it.  Apparently, he decided, with his tiny little head, that this act of rebellion was worth going on strike against urination.  So, he begins his solo picket line, "criss cross applesauce" mode and all.  At this point, I'm tired, and a little offended!  My excrement isn't good enough to mix with his?! We sat at our impasse for about 3 minutes, and then one of us weakened.  Well, I would love to say that this story ended with me waiting him out and he used the  bathroom or flushed it himself, but it didn't...sleep won over pride, and yes, I flushed it...Mark Twain's quote never fit a more perfect scenario: "Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it".  In my case, a determined and scorned 5 year old boy.