The Twinkies

James: I want toast. I’m hungry.

Me: No, this toast is for me. I already made you eggs.

James: But I’m hungry.

Me: Then have a banana.

James: I don’t want a banana. (try to imagine the whining and growing pitch of hysteria here)

Me: Then I guess you will be hungry.

James: No, YOU’LL be hungry.

Me: OK

James: (picks up a banana and throws it across the room)

Me: Go to your room.

James: (hysterical screaming)

- time lapses –

James: (hands me a banana and whimpers. I start the peel. He eats it) Mmmmm.

Fiona asked James to marry her in the car this morning.

Fiona really wants to be extended day. She insisted on taking a lunch box to school so she could look like the big kids.

I bought James socks with firetrucks on them and he said “Thank you for buying me these vehicles socks, Mama” totally unprompted.

I am in the process of scheduling a speech evaluation for James. We’ve done the pediatrician referral, I have a call to make an appointment for an audiology screening to rule out hearing loss and I’ve filled out the intake form.

At church (I didn’t go so this is all hearsay) there was apparently a picture of man crying on the program. James asked why he was crying and Brian said he didn’t know.

James: “I think it is because someone said ‘no’ to hm.”

I am dizzy of sleep.