You know his imagination!!! Well, this evening, Barrett informed me that he was leaving for a trip and his car cases were his suitcases. Funny boy! I love him. He even asked to take a few cookies with him on his leave.
Just to remember...................
This week, was a crazy week. I had parent conferences lined up each day and one of my fourth grade teachers had to be rushed to the hospital because she was experiencing chest pains. Well, I kicked it into high gear Monday morning and tried to rush out the door so that I could take care of business at school (calling a substitute, getting plans ready, etc.)
As I'm walking out the door, Matt was trying to shave, Barrett was in the shower, and Mallory was fussy because she decided to deal me a dirty diaper after I had buckled her into her car seat! Whew!!!!!!!!!!!! And it was only 6:50 a.m.
Matt takes B to preschool in the mornings and I pick him up. I always have his clothes laid out and he's great about dressing himself from head to toe. If he needs assistance, I leave Matt in charge when I'm not there (in hopes that he will catch something if it out of place, unbuttoned, or MISSING!!!)
Upon picking B up Monday afternoon, I had his teachers approach me just giggling and laughing. They said Barrett was on the playground during recess talking to his friend Finley. All of the sudden, Barrett turned around and pulled down the top part of his shorts showing about half of his booty. The teachers said you could tell from a distance that Barrett was in a serious conversation and obviously explaining something to his friend.
Mrs. Parks and Ms. Clifton called Barrett over and asked why he as showing his bottom to his friend. Barrett said, "Well, my mom forgot to put on my underwear this morning".
What?!?!?!?!
Not only did he blame me (which it was my fault in a way for not laying the underwear out by this daily clothes, but ultimately Matt's fault for not checking his child over). Barrett also went on to say that he didn't realize his underwear were missing at all (until he got to school).
That just teaches me a lesson...never underestimate my child. I just assumed that he KNEW to wear underwear and would recognize it when he wasn't wearing them. He dresses himself every day!!!!
Now it's a running joke in the mornings. I hug and kiss Barrett on my way out the door each day, and my last words are..."Hey Barrett, don't forget your underwear!!!"
Just to remember..................
Lately, Barrett wants me to lay beside him in his bed as he tries to fall asleep. This is our time to visit with one another. Barrett has also been asking me to sing to him lately. Why? I have no idea. I can't carry a tune whatsoever...but I guess your own children really don't care. Mommy's voice is always special...no matter what.
Anyway (back to the story), we were talking about fire escape routes. I was telling Barrett what he needed to do in case there was a fire upstairs and mommy and daddy couldn't get to him. We talked about getting near his window and yelling to the firefighters. We talked about not being scared and staying calm. We even talked about the whole STOP - DROP - and ROLL procedures.
As we're talking, sweet Barrett says, "Mom, what about Mallory? What will happen if there is a fire in Mallory's room?"
"Well, if you could get to Mallory's room without getting burned by the fire, I would want you to try to get her, " I say.
"How am I going to get her out of her bed?" asked Barrett.
"Well, you would have to use your stool, reach over into the crib, and pick her up," I say.
Barrett was okay with that. He even smiled at the fact that he would be the hero for saving his baby sister.
Then, after thinking for a minute, he asked, "What if I can't get to her mom? What would happen to her then?"
I think about how to word it, and reply with, "Well, the firefighters and firetruck would drive into our backyard and rescue Mallory from her window by climbing up the ladder."
You could tell at this point, that Barrett's head was spinning. He was thinking all sorts of different scenarios.
Finally, he said, "Well, I don't know about that mom. They would break my swing set / playground".
"Well Barrett...that's not the right way to think. It's just a playground. Which do you think is more important...your little sister Mallory or your playground?????"
"Both Mom!!!!" Barrett tells me.
Oh my!
Shortly after this comment, we had a discussion about people vs. material things. Never in my life did I think I was going to be having this conversation so soon. I had to explain that people couldn't be replaced, and that material things (like toys, bicycles, and our playgrounds) could be. Believe me, this conversation got deeper than expected.
Finally, Barrett admitted that, "Yeah, it would be okay if they breaked by playground to save my baby sister".
Whew! Good thing he loves her! haha
