"Where's Batman's friend?"

On Sunday morning, we played in the train room for while. Henry was interested in his Batman playset. He asked me, "Where's Batman's friend?" I told him that Robin was on the table. He picked up Robin and had the duo go to Batman's cave to ride the elevator. I heard him have one of the action figures tell the other action figure "I love you!"

Jeff set up the kids' ESPN tee-ball set. I have to say that toys these days are much cooler than when we were kids. This one sets up the ball hanging from a mount with the touch of a button. Both kids took turns. The hardest part was making sure that they didn't stand behind each other while the other person was swinging the bat.

Before lunch, the kids carried a large plastic bin into the half-bathroom and decided to sit in it together. Miss R got irked at Henry for moving in and out of the container. I told her not to be so bossy. Henry then proceeded to say "You're bossy!" several times, which made her cry. I told him to stop it. He then told me that Daddy was bossy (which made me crack up). I told Henry that he (meaning Henry) was often quite bossy and demanding. The news didn't come as much of a shock to him, and I'm quite sure that he didn't internalize it as an insult. He seemed OK with being called bossy. The differences between Henry and Miss R are quite amazing. Henry is very confident and he's got a super thick hide. Miss R, on the other hand, is often overly sensitive. She is quite bossy, but any criticism or correction sends her into a funk. Whenever she does something inappropriate and I correct her, she then lashes out at Henry for the same infraction (whether or not he's actually doing it). For example, yesterday, I told her to get inside. She refused. She was standing near the outside wall. Henry was near the door under the patio. I told R that if she didn't march inside, she'd get put in timeout. She didn't move. I said, "OK. That's it. Timeout" at which point she runs under the patio and says "No, Henry, inside!"

After much coaxing, I got Henry to eat some of my ravioli for lunch. Croutons were also a big hit. The kids are now napping. Well, at least Henry is. Miss R is wiggling around and talking aloud.