Sea Creatures

This morning, Henry was in a mood. He got upset because Miss R put her mermaid toy on the Tinkerbelle placemat. Why was this a problem? Only Henry knows. He was also upset because Miss R roared at him at the kitchen table.

It was "Bring your favorite sea creature" to school day. Miss R brought her mermaid to school, and Henry brought his deep sea book. That theme actually helped get the kids out of the car. Miss R wanted to show Miss Diana her mermaid, and Henry wanted to show her his book. I dropped off Baby A first, and then we spent some time in Miss R's classroom. Henry quite happily marched into his classroom. Miss Valerie was pleased to see Henry's book and promised him that they could read it as a class during reading time.

Henry has been great at school in terms of using his big boy underwear. We could probably make a request to get him into the three year old classroom in a week or two (the one that requires potty trained kids). With the move of three boys out of his current classroom and girls now in their places, the class has had a more balanced gender split and just seems a lot calmer. It's nice.

We picked up the kids after going to the bank. Then, we headed for Grammy and Poppy's house, where we went swimming and had a nice dinner. As soon as the pool gate was openned, he marched right to the step and hopped in. No reservations. He had a good time swimming, but once again, his lack of body fat meant that he has difficult staying in the water for more than 10-15 minutes. Miss R had a wonderful time in the water. She really loves it.

My mom made a great dinner. Henry was stubborn about eating until I said "Fine. I'll eat your bread." I did that several times with the result of Henry eating because he didn't want me to have it. Miss R didn't eat particularly well. She doesn't jump at the chance to not let me eat her food, so I don't bother trying that technique with her. The one thing that she did OK on eating was her salad surprisingly enough.

The kids went to bed shortly after we got home. Miss R and I had the following conversation:

KATE: Who do I love more than peaches?
MISS R: Me!
KATE: Who do I love more than pizza?
MISS R: Me!
KATE: Who do I love more than...
MISS R: Snakes?
KATE: OK. Who do I love more than snakes?
MISS R: Bad snakes?
KATE: Who do I love more than bad snakes?
MISS R: Very bad snakes?
KATE: Who do I love more than very bad snakes?
MISS R: Very bad snakes over there? [Pointing off in the distance.]
KATE: Who do I love more than very bad snakes over there?
MISS R: Dangerous. Don't step on the snakes over there.
KATE: Who do I love more then very bad snakes over there who I won't step on because they are dangerous?
MISS R: Me!

That was an unexpected twist in the conversation.