On Friday, I was supposed to meet a friend and her 3 sons at the farm. When I told Dylan that we would be going after his nap, he said, "Nap, now?!", so you could say that he was excited. I had to wake him up from his nap, because we were going to be late. That is never a good idea, because if you wake him up before he is ready, he is whiny. I got him dressed, and tried to rush him down the stairs to get his shoes on. We made it down, but then he stopped, and said, "I need the X!" He went back up, repeating over and over, "I need the X!" Problem was, I had no idea what he was saying. He just stood at the top of the stairs looking pitiful, whining about the X. I looked at my watch, and got more anxious by the second, but as I looked at him, I could tell this could go one of two ways. One, I could yell that he needed to hurry up, grab him and carry him down the stairs, and try to shove his crying, kicking self into his shoes, at which point he would grow hysterical, flinging himself onto the floor and sobbing because he needs his dang X. Two, I could try the sympathetic, caring approach. Luckily, I picked two.
"Dylan, honey, what do you need for the farm?"
"The eggs!" (the poor kid was really looking pitiful at this point)
(It finally hit me that he was saying "eggs", and that he was talking about his plastic Easter eggs. I took a deep breath, willing myself to be calm, and asked...)
"Why do you need your eggs for the farm?"
He looked at me with the cutest little face, and said, "To give the chickens!"
(Okay, WonderMommy, now what?, I asked myself.)
"Dylan, that is so nice of you, that you want to bring the eggs for the chickens, but the chickens already have all the eggs they need. The ducks really need some bread, though. Do you think we could bring the ducks some bread?)
His sad little face changed into a grin, and he shouted, "YEA!" (Man, I love that kid!)
So, we had a fun day at the farm, despite the fact that my friend's little boys got sick and she had to cancel last minute, and those D$@# ducks wouldn't eat any of our bread!
"Whoa! That's a big turkey!"
(He grabbed a fistful of grass and fed the cow! Is he afraid of anything?! Luckily he still has all his fingers.)
"Ducks?! I'm not happy with you, ducks".
2 comments:
No worries. That cow would have only sucked his fingers, not eaten them. trust me, my friend owns a farm and she told me that one time. they eat grass not people. :-)
Cute, cute photos!
So cute with the cow!
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