Griffin: Are spiders scary? Me: Not really Griffin: Well why can’t we touch them? Me: Sometimes they’re too fast to touch. Griffin: Well I think it’s because:
Tonight at dinner, Griffin saw a truck pull up in front of our house and wondered aloud who it was. Andrew said, “A guy in a t-shirt” to which Griffin replied, bewildered, “A dying teacher?!”
He may have been born in California, but Griffin is definitely Minnesotan now. When I asked him about the cool lego train he built today, he explained that it was a “Corn Weeder.” Further discussion revealed that he was talking about a combine harvester. I didn’t even know what a combine was until a few years ago when Sarah explained that she drove one for a summer job long ago. Griffin is way ahead of me!
I was solo-dad last night. It was my first time attempting to manage Griffin’s bedtime routine while taking care of Maggie. At one point it got so ridiculous that there was only one thing to do: record it for posterity.
On our way home after seeing friends, close to bedtime, Griffin says, “I’m not sleepy or tired or resty or nappy, Mama. I just want to go home and relax with you.”
Griffin shouted from the living room, “Daddy! Come see the Fuzzy Wuzzy Slide!” He was jumping up and down with excitement and pointing to a beam of light coming in the side windows.
He explained that it is a special slide that only Fuzzy Wuzzies and Za Za can slide down. A demonstration followed, with Griffin trying mightily to jump up onto the “slide.” Each attempt was met with dramatic and joyous failure. “See, Daddy, I cannot slide down. Only Fuzzy Wuzzies and Za Za!”
(If you haven’t met the FWs and Za Za, see my recent post introducing them.)