Corona is also tough for DADS
I am not sure if it is something new, but every time Noah is picked up from school, he is asking for a play date. Whether at home or at somebody else's place, it is always
Can I play at .....
or
Can He or She play at my house
I cannot remember I had that many play dates or play dates at all. I do remember I had a play friend, let's call her Judith .... I used to play with all the time. Actually I am still friends with her; she does not live close-by but we met a couple times and it is always good to see each other again. So, I guess we had kind of play dates ....
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Before I dive into this, Riley, you have to stop here, this blog is not for you :–)
**Well, this time it was different. Noah was going to play with a little boy that is one year above him. Is six and a half and that makes a world of difference ...... Noah, still five definitely is smaller, younger and thinking differently. But all fine, Noah can play with everybody he wants to ....... that is what I thought ..... all fine ! ! !
Corona has been good in one way, we are all working at home, so it is easier to manage these play dates. Noah's mom was in conference calls, so, I was sitting downstairs with the boys in the living room and me in the dining/ kitchen room ! ! !
It all started with coming into the house ..... running towards the couch and starting to jump up and down, up and down, up and of the couch ...... Yeah, that happens when you jump on the couch, that is why you don't jump on the couch ! ! ! Oh and if you thought this happened with socks or bare-feet, no with shoes. Couches are just a material item, but let's not break stuff.
Next, pushing each other, all good, all good ! ! ! Okay, they went for a tickle battle, but suddenly somebody felt like kicking was more fun than tickling with hands. So, I had to stop what I was doing and got the boys separated. You guys want to drink something, water, sirup, chocolate milk .....? ? ? YEAH, and what about some cucumbers and tomatoes? YEAH ! ! !
- I know I cannot judge other people, so I will not
- I know I cannot say anything about how others raise their child(ren), so I will not
- I know I should treat others as I want them to treat me, so I will
So, eating Cucumbers, I was watching them as they were quiet ... I saw the little boy picking his mouth and little pieces of cucumber were kicked under the couch .....1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 count Twin, count, stay cool.....
Eh, what did you do there ? ? ?
Kicked some Cucumber under the couch as I don't really like the edges..... ! ! !
You do this at home .... At home it's okay to kick food you do not like under the couch ? ? ?
No, but I don't like it .......
Logic of a six year old, I do not really understand this logic, but it is just a fact ..... I think ! ! !
So, I asked him, friendly, to clean it up and throw it away. If looks could kill ....... Well, I am still writing this blog.
Time to play with cars. I remember playing when I was young, back and forward, building little streets and imagine a lot of fun stuff.
Wrecking stuff, Fender Benders, hitting two cars together, it is just unbelievable what you can do, with other peoples stuff, trying to break stuff. I was reaching my level ..... Really ...... 2 guys 5 and 6, I am working ..... PEOPLE ! ! !
OKAY, it is enough, iPad, watch have fun and talk to you later. Now watch something you both like ....
NOW WATCH SOMETHING YOU BOTH LIKE ! ! ! !
I said it myself, but that watching, finding something they both liked .... never happened ! ! ! Once again, voices were raised, I want to watch this, no this, okay. Normally Noah is a relaxed little dude, but he got fired up and I am not too sure this is him. But once again, if he wants this it is all fine. I don't want to watch anymore, the little six year old boy said, so they went upstairs to Noah's room.
Oh Lord ! ! !
Noah has a little foosball table and well, that was, according to the sounds coming from the room, the next item that was getting wrecked
Don't do that otherwise you break it?
Wow, Noah, finally you are stepping it up.
The clock was not moving fast enough, but finally it was there: DING DONG ! ! !
His mother was there and asked about her son, if it had been fun ....
Should I tell her a factual answer or should I be politically correct? ? ?
Well, they were fighting a lot, it has been an interesting afternoon ! ! !
We cannot choose the boys and girls our son is playing with, we can steer him in a particular direction, but we cannot judge or say anything; he needs to choose himself and ............ NO ! ! !
Just play with this little guy at school, in our house he will NOT try to break stuff again. Little guy ......... @%^#@$^% , keep counting TWIN, keep counting ! ! !
Oh, and once again, Riley ...... your little one is going to be an angel ! ! !
STAY SAFE ! ! !
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