Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Puddle jumper

This afternoon we were enjoying a perfectly lovely outing at the park, when Jack decided to be a boy.

Emmie and I were sitting on the bench right next to the sandbox, she was grabbing my face and kissing me with her open mouth, and I was both interacting with her and telling Jack not to dump another child's bucket of water into the sand.

As an aside, let me tell you how much I hate the water fountain next to the sandbox at our park. The kids fill up these huge buckets from the spigot and then flood the sandbox. And I hate the messy. So this is displeasing to me.


Of course he doesn't listen to me and dumps a 40-gallon bucket into a hole the size of a grave. And then he jumps in it. He's wearing tennis shoes. Gross. Now his socks and shoes are not only filthy, but sopping wet.

I then see him look right at me, with a gleam in his eye. I am not even kidding, it was eye contact of the worst kind, with a full-on smirk accompanying it. He then sat down IN the puddle. And moved his little denim-covered butt around for good measure.

"Jack, that is just gross," I announce from my perch. He laughs, grabs a handful of sand and EATS IT. What is he, eight months old again?

I order him to rinse his mouth out and spit and he laughs hysterically the entire time. I know kids getting dirty is good for their creativity, but seriously? Rubbing his ass in a puddle is not going to win him any points with the ladies.



Blogger Trish said...

1. Tuesday was Josh's first day of pre-school, as well. He confidently entered the classroom; greeted the teacher with a friendly, yet firm handshake; introduced himself to the other teacher; and began to read Dickens to the children in a clear mezzo-soprano...while sitting on the rug. (If you believe this, I have a rotting bay window to sell you!)

2. True story: One of Josh's friends from preschool and his mother came over to our house. The little boy ate:
*play dough
*super thick hand lotion
*part of a crayon
*part of a paper napkin

Yes, we DID serve snacks first. Lots of them. Clearly, the toddler stomach can digest a multitude of non-edible items. I bet Jack will pass that sand just fine!

September 11, 2008 3:32 PM  
Blogger katina said...

well...he'll just have swamp ass. serves him right for sitting down in a puddle.

September 11, 2008 9:36 PM  
Blogger Mamasita Jr. said...

OMG I just snorted Dr. Pepper through my nose while at work, due to your son eating sand. Haha. Oh I must look like a dumbass. :)

September 12, 2008 11:55 AM  
Blogger Christie said...

Maybe he felt the need for some interior exfloiation?

September 12, 2008 6:57 PM  

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