NapjunkieMom

Our student minister was leading the children's story this morning, and she was telling the children a secret, that she was scared that morning because she had never told a children's story in church before. She also mentioned that she was a student minister and that everyone in the church, even the children, were her teachers. Jon took her literally and said, "What a quarter of a quarter of a quarter?" I asked him afterwards what he had gotten out of the story: "Cats hate dogs". Umm, no.

Robert has been trying to entice his brother to play one of his games. He finally hit upon the concept of the "Beat Up Your Brother" game. So they have been taking turns being "the brother". Tears and recriminations to follow.

Jim asked Jon how his preschool Olympics were today. "Olympic-y" was the reply.

We were at Target when Jon dropped to the floor in disgust that I wouldn't get him any popcorn at the snack counter. A handsome, and I assume childless, man walked by and said, "Rough day." Since Jon wasn't screaming, hadn't tripped an elderly person, or started foaming at the mouth, I said, "Not really."

Jon feels overwhelmed sometimes at preschool: "I just wish they'd all be calm!"

After another embarrassing incident in public,I have given up using charts or graphs or bribes to get the boys to listen and behave. Jon and Robert have lost one of their most prized activities, and I've become a sloganeer. To get their beloved computer time back, Robert must listen and comply "First time, every time", and Jon's is "You must be tantrum free". And until that happens, "Computer free shall you be." Sigh.