It Must be a Kid Thing

The minute John gets in the car, he asks for music. HIS music, which right now is a Signing Time CD.

If I turn down the volume to talk to the girls, he instantly asks for more music.

I had enjoyed that time when it was just the two of us in the car. Time when I didn't have to listen to what the girls wanted to listen to (aka Radio Disney). Now my music is on so rarely, I find myself forgetting to turn off the Signing Time CD when John isn't in the car.

To be fair, every once in awhile, if the music has a good beat, John will tolerate my music. He will dance in his seat and try and snap his fingers. Unfortunately for him, he hasn't mastered snapping, but being the resourceful kid he is, he puts his fingers together and then just clucks his tongue to imitate the snapping sound.

Given the choice between Oreos and animal crackers, John will choose Oreos every time.

He thinks Dr. Seuss is pretty cool, and that Raffi can sing some catchy tunes.

He knows that if mom says "no" when you ask for ice cream, ask for cake, then ice cream, then cake, then ice cream again, and then a cookie. Chances are you'll end up with some sort of sweet, especially if you ask in a full sentence and smile.

John always asks for juice before milk.

He always says no when it we tell him it is time for bed or his nap.

He appreciates that making messes are much more fun than cleaning them up.

And that baths are fun, until it is time to rinse your hair.

Ketchup seems to make the meat more tolerable to eat.

He appreciates that Carbohydrates rule.

That walking is sometimes overrated when you can have someone carry you.

The minute John gets into a shopping cart, he asks for food.

And he appreciates that chicken seem to taste best when it is in the form of a nugget, and smothered in ketchup.

That being cute sometimes gets you what you want, as well as out of trouble.

And the list goes on.....