Nursing and mushrooms

Monkey has had some good ones today. I'll just list them briefly because otherwise I'll miss the next one while I'm busy typing!

This morning, as her little brother was expressing little interest in nursing (a rare occasion indeed), Monkey asked if he was eating. She watched for a moment and, when he didn't eat, she laughed and said "Oh, he's not hungry." Suddenly, he lunged at me like a python, mouth open, and Monkey said, "Oh! He latched on! Good!"

We had an incident today with a young man at Bible study who is about Monkey's age. He's a sweet little guy but he was having some sharing issues today. Kids will be kids. Monkey had my car keys and was playing with the flashlight on the key chain. The little boy took an interest in it and proceeded to grasp Monkey's wrist firmly and remove the car keys rather forcefully so that he could play with the flashlight. She looked at him for a moment, and then stepped toward me and said, "Could you give them to my mommy?" No shrieking, no "gimme," no "mine!" Just, "Could you give them to my mommy?" I about melted.

Tonight she is playing with her little counting playset that consists of cans of vegetables, each containing a certain number of plastic vegetables between one and ten. She had the number 7 container, which is mushrooms, and she was trying to put them into another container. (This is what she does for fun: she moves things from one container to another.) When they popped out of the box into which she was trying to place them, she became exasperated and said, "Go in the box, mushrooms. Go in the box now. You mushrooms, go in the box." They must have been listening because soon all of them were gathered neatly into her box. Good mushrooms!