So, after lessons today, I asked, “Hey, do you still feel like you and Phil are studying well together?”

Deep Thinker responded, “Oh, yeah. We make a good team. Phil is a quiet and serious man, and I am a quiet and serious man. It works perfect.”

On a side note, shortly after this, another God question. (Mind you, it has been at least 7 months since we’ve been to church. I don’t really talk about God at home with them, but I should try. We say the blessing at dinner time, and that’s pretty much it. Deep Thinker is just a big God lover of his own making.) SO, he asked, “Hey Mom, do you think God plans out our whole life when we’re a baby in our mom’s belly? Or does he just plan it day by day?”

He’s a little deep for age 6. Hence his blog nick name Deep Thinker.

Rowdy Rebel was getting ready for his bath.

As he was getting ready to take off his pants, he reached into his pockets and pulled out HOARDS of fake Spiderman dollars. (I assume these are from a game the kids played at preschool.)

So, I explained, “Honey, we can’t take things home from preschool. This money belongs to the school. Why did you take it?”

He looked at me like this was the most ludicrous thing he’s ever heard. Then he responded, “I took it because the teacher wasn’t LOOKING when I put the money in my POCKETS.”

Then he threw his hands up in the air in frustration at my stupidity.

Other than that, he was really good on Saturday. Played nicely, no fighting (well, not really dangerous fighting), no scary stunts, just really calm and sweet.

So, in the evening, we were telling hid daddy how good Rowdy Rebel had acted all day. I said, “He was sooo good today. Oh, except at naptime. Then he was screaming really loudly…”

Rowdy Rebel looked at his daddy and explained, “Oh yeah. That was a assident.”

A few hours later after lunch, they started playing again. My son explained, “I looked for that playground supervisor, and she wasn’t there. So, I played chop chop. If another teacher didn’t like it, I knew she would just give me a warning. If one of them warned me, I would stop. But no one did, so I played chop chop.” Of course his eyes were opened widely as he explained this.

This was soooo “him.” Rules are so important to him.

So, I started laying down with him to get him asleep to avoid the screaming. The other day, he kept saying over and over, “MOMMY, I don’t WANT to sweep (sleep)! I don’t want to!”

I was being so quiet and calm. I said, “Well little one, you are growing. You need to sleep so your little body will have enough energy-”

He interrupted me and said, “I NOT LISTEN.”

Thanks.

He said “I want to go to school.” (He omits “doesn’t,” so he actually meant, “I don’t want to go to school.”)

I asked why. He said, “Teacher said she going to call my MOMMY.”

I asked why. He answered, “I told teacher ‘no you can’t call my MOMMY.’”

So, again, I asked, “Why did the teacher want to call Mommy?”

He answered, “I don’t want talk.”

Yesterday I was asking about his new school. He’s been going a week and a half, but I guess I’ll ask these questions as long as he keeps answering–”Who did you talk to? Who did you sit with? Who did you play with? Did you tell any funny jokes?”

At first he likes talking about school, but then he starts getting bored and sends obvious signals. So when I asked if he liked the stuff they did in class, he said “I forgot.” This is a pretty clear sign that he’s ready to stop talking about school and do something funner.

I thought I’d try once more, just to get a little more info on how his day went. So I said, “Well, try really hard to remember. Did you like the stuff you did today? Did you understand everything?”

He said, “Mom, I got three words for ya: I forgot.”

As I was tucking him in, he told me he had a secret. The secret was that he “falled in love” with a girl named Abby from his class. As he explained, this is a “major secret,” because Abby would “totally freak out” if she knew.

I asked him what it is about her that made him fall in love. He said, “She’s really pretty because she has lots of sweat in her hair. I like girls who have sweat.” After a few questions, I confirmed that by “sweat,” he did indeed mean perspiration. (I have seen her, and she’s cute, somewhat of a tomboy).

When I asked how long he had loved her, he said since about October. When I asked if Abby loves him, my son said he doesn’t know:)

Me: What is your favorite food, chicken or spaghetti?
Rowdy Rebel: Pizza.

Me: What is your favorite color, red or blue?
Rowdy Rebel: Green.

Me: What is your favorite animal, cat or dog?
Rowdy Rebel: Zebra.

Me: Who is your favorite friend, Melissa or William?
Rowdy Rebel: My brother.

He he he. That’s my toddler. Innocently going his own way and thinking for himself.

Well, the very next day, the same “friend” asked for my son’s turn. And as we discussed, my son said, “No, I want to take my turn this time.” As it turns out, that “friend” often asked for my son’s turn on the swing. And when he finally refused to give up his turn on the swing, the boy used the old “I won’t be your friend anymore line.” Well, my little Deep Thinker was not fooled. He refused anyway. And has continued to refuse up to today. He still gives friends his turn, but only when he knows they “really need a turn.”

On the way home today, we had a little talk. Deep Thinker said this same “friend” asked if he could cut in front of him in line today. My son refused, and the “friend” tried to push ahead of him anyway. Little Deep Thinker used blocking and some interesting walking from side to side techniques, and that other guy finally went to the back of the line.

So I asked, “Doesn’t it feel good to take your turn? Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

His response: “Well, it felt good to let my friends have my turn. But it feels even better to take it myself.” What a sweetheart.