this morning

So, I'm sitting and reading while Three is playing Olympic Winter games on Wii. Correction: I'm playing too. In fact, I won ice hockey only looking up once, and shaking my hand around every once in a while. Talent, I know.

After a few games, he climbed into my lap and turned over the book I was reading to look at the cover:

He then looks up at me with a bright smile and shining eyes and says quietly, "It's Jesus!"

The kid might as well have just seen Santa. 

Apparently, long robe=Jesus, even if the face is a skeleton. 

Definitions

The word "stop", (wait), to adults means the following:

 /weɪt/ Show Spelled[weyt]

–verb (used without object)

1.

to remain inactive or in a state of repose, as until something expected happens (often followed by for, till, or until ): to wait for the bus to arrive.

To a child, it means this:

Keep walking, but slower.

So, the difference between Eight and Three is much longer legs, and much more "independence". The result? By the time I have gotten Three out of his car seat and closed the van, I can't even see Six and Eight anymore because they're already at the front door of the building. Yesterday, not only were they in the front door of the play room, they had kicked their shoes off (left them in the doorway) and were already in full play-mode by the time I get in. Great.

Then we have poor little Three. He just wants to be with his brothers (brudders). So whenever they walk ahead (which, lets be honest, is every time), poor little Three goes running after them with his little three year old legs shouting "BRUUUUDDERRRRRSSSS!!! WAIT FOR MEEEEE!!"

So, goal this summer: Teach Six and Eight that the word "wait" does not involve moving feet.