Imperfect Math, Shredded Phones, and WTF is Mommy?

Somewhere there is a list of funny things my son said last week.

I haven’t been able to locate it.

Ooops.

Hopefully I can find it in the near future.

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Tackler Math

I’m driving to the gym and my son demands my attention.

“Mommy! MOMMY!”

The Tackler enjoys a frozen fruit smoothie-cicle I made from the blended leftovers. It was a hit.

“Yes sweetie?”

“Twenty plus twenty is forty.”

“That’s right! Good job!”

“And twenty-one plus twenty-one is forty-one.”

Pause.

“Um. No. Twenty-one plus twenty-one is forty-TWO. Twenty plus twenty-one is forty-one.”

“No Mommy. Twenty-one plus twenty-one is. Forty. ONE!”

And we continue, his insistence at his fuzzy math threatening to lead into a meltdown.

“Count it out when we get to the gym, and you’ll see.”

I love his interest in math, but it’s so hard to teach a four year old who is convinced he holds all the correct answers.

Oy.

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Shredded Phone

Lil Diva hit the 22 month mark last week. That leaves two months until I have a two year old and a four (and a half) year old. I bounce between being thrilled and wondering if she’ll be a Terrible Two, wait for The Threes, or save it up for four and older.

One of her favorite games is to steal her brother’s shoes, grab a bucket of stuff, and tear out a page from one of the paper books.

Then use this page as a cell phone.

She clutches this paper to her ear, and talks. And talks. Because for some reason, the three or four play phones laying around just don’t get the same high quality reception.

Then when she’s done talking? She shreds the sheet of paper.

I think she’s already preparing to be a spy.

Here is a video of her talking on her paper. I believe somehow Mimi is on the other line, based on snippets of her conversation.

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WTF is Mommy?

Lil Diva has another new game to play.

I call it “Invisible Mommy” or “WTF is Mommy?”.

As we leave the child care at the gym, she bolts.

She walks into the first doorway – that of the director of the child care.

She holds her arms up, hands flexed, in the universal “What?” sign and says to whoever happens to be in there, “Where’s Mommy?”

They laugh as I catch up to my little escape artist as she whirls around. “Mommy!”

And off she goes, to the next door. This time, I stand no more than three feet from her as she repeats the gesture and question.

The adult bestows a look on me, as if saying “She is your daughter, right? Why is she inquiring as to your location?”

She visits every office that has an open door as we continue down the hallway.

There are a lot of doors.

Each time I turn magically invisible as she walks through the door frame, until she twists to face me and grins with her shout of “Mommy!”

Her smile and grin charm everyone she meets as they realize the rules to her game.

If no person is in the office, she skips it.

Sometimes. Other times she asks the paper shredder where I’m located.

It’s a strange game, but I admit I like it.

Because each time she asks for me, she finds me, and returns to my side.

Unlike the days we she just bolts and I have to race to catch her before she explores the men’s locker.

What funny games do your children create?

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