Special Adaptation

Po was chatting me up this morning while I was getting ready. There is always something special about mascara for my kids. They love the stuff. So when I pulled it out, Po was right on top of it. "Can I open it? I know how. I know how to twist it and pull the thing out. And can I wear some? And can I do it myself? And what is mascara supposed to do, anyway?"

I explained, "mascara helps make women's eyes look bigger."

He didn't miss a beat. "Oh, so you can scare away all the bullies!"

Career Changes

Po wants to be a million things when he grows up, and I love that. I can only hope that reincarnation is for real, and he'll have the opportunity to do everything he wants to do, because there certainly isn't enough room in this lifetime for it all.

For his bedtime story this evening, he chose a book about construction that he recently brought home from the library. It began by discussing what an architect does, and he seemed really interested. Most of the "boy" books about construction are all about heavy machinery and that kind of macho junk, so this was a refreshing change. He asked a few questions about architects, which I was able to answer (three cheers for me). I suggested maybe he'd want to add "architect" to his list of possible careers.

"But I want to be a superhero," he said, completely seriously.

I wanted to tell him that he already is, but that would have most definitely caused me problems tomorrow and every day after, so I pointed out that "all superheroes are alter-egos of someone else who has a cool job."

"Oh YEAH!" he realized.

The best part of having Po is that he gets me to dream big.

Consequenses

Last night while we were reading bedtime stories, Po dropped a heavy book right on Campbell's head. It wasn't completely intentional, but it was super careless, and after a pretty hectic day filled with Campbell being injured, I had had it.

"Okay. I'm done," I said, closing the book about two-thirds of the way through.

"WHY?!" Porter pleaded.

"Porter, you were goofing around and hurt your sister, which is something I've talked to you about many times before. I'm done reading for tonight. We can finish the book tomorrow," I explained

Po climbed into bed, and I tucked him in and gave him a kiss. After a moment of silence and with a serious look on his face, he shared his thoughts. "Well, Mommy, I'm done with your mean consequences."

Sometimes it's so difficult not to bust out laughing in his face. He received no verbal response from me. Simply a kiss and the lights were out. And, yes, Cam is just fine.

All it Takes is a Change of Scenery

We went shopping today with Grandma, and she bought Po got a new cup. It's kind-of a big boy cup. He has to twist the top to get it to open, and it's pretty challenging for him. He was working really hard to make it happen, but he was getting frustrated.

Grandma said, "Porter, this is a big boy cup, and it might take some practice. It's one of those cups where you screw the cap on, take it someplace, unscrew it, drink from it, and then screw the cap back on. It's not like a sippy cup where you can just drink out of it."

My mother-in-law and I chatted for a bit while Po did his thing. He took his cup into the other room and was working on it some more, then came back after a few minutes. "I took the cup someplace, and I still can't get it open!"