I can’t even begin to say how much fun a three-year-old boy brings to the table. It’s clearly a lot of fun to be him, and it’s a lot of fun to be his mom. I miss things about his baby self, but I’m so enjoying his preschool self, I don’t even mind that he’s growing and changing all the time. It is a total riot, even when it’s all I can do to keep a straight face.
Plus, yelling at (jkjk, emotion coaching!) your kids in another country is way more fun.
“Say thank you to the taxi driver, please. No, say thank you in Chinese. I am serious.”
“Please don’t wipe your sweat on me.”
“Why are you pushing the elevator button closed before I am in the elevator? NOT FUNNY.”
“Don’t drive your Transformer guy across that Porsche. Ever again. Ever.”
“That’s your last coconut. Not one more coconut. You’re going to get a rash.”
“We don’t kill bugs here in a Buddhist country. We should probably stop killing bugs always.”
“Don’t even think about throwing that ball off the balcony, young man.”
“I hope you can earn some stickers for some iPad time on our 15 hour flight next month.”
“We already went to the beach once today. Once is enough. I’m disappointed too. Stop begging. You have 800 square feet to enjoy here.”
“Just because the rice is sticky doesn’t mean it needs to be stuck all over your face.”
“Please don’t drop the taxi money out the window.”
“Next time you step in dog poop, please tell me before you come inside.”
“I don’t think that’s a very kind way to use your nunchucks.”
I’ll try to be back more again soon! xoxo